Draws don't sit well with me.
And with that, Wallis turned from distant gazes toward her opponent. The sailor-robed miss reached for the silver post from behind in preparation. The word begin would eagerly slip from the intercom, and a whirlwind of left-and-right in response.
"Looks like Miss Macon has already anchored her weapon." Oobleck couldn't help but let the pun slip - to which the crowd groaned.
Sure enough, the bad joke lived up to its name. Macon had previously assembled the metal curve, and its burden would fearlessly hit the steel-rock beneath with breaks to match. She had no qualms about showing off the magnitude of her beloved partner - a spear-like anchor drawing out chains through a hole at the base. And with that, she took off.
The naval officer swung the mass at the dazed girl. A hit or miss, her accuracy was shaky. Wallis broke to the steel leverages. A game of cat and mouse was in play. The battle would retreat to higher ground with every swing of back-and-forth. Macon insisted on direct blows, but the assumed prey would always narrowly escape - never in a haste.
The hunter tired with Wallis at distance and resolved to stop the child's play. Macon hurtled the anchor into the jagged mount; the jutting rock that encircled the hill crumbled at impact. Wallis stair stepped the flying stone to ground level, where heated fighting from her clients and the opposition occurred.
Not once had Wallis seriously taken to the bold leader. And she could tell that she'd ticked off Macon because of it.
A yawn by accident left Wallis. That had done it.
"Aaaand there she goes! I can't tell what Miss Macon plans to do next, but Lady Wallis is definitely going to have her work cut out for her." The oddball professor's comment stirred the crowd. More live accounts of fighting outside of the cutaway dual sounded.
The soldier flees to the sharp boulders, out-of-sight; she waits for attack - always on defense.
Without warning, a harpoon fired her way. Chains wavered around Wallis before restraining her to the massive rock. A beginners mistake. Though, she had always been prone to blanking out when the unexpected made for distraction. It didn't necessary work per se. More like, she had a habit of merely staring before acting. She knew exactly what was to happen, but remained too caught up in her own mind for another getaway - as those moments of rushed adrenaline would lazily draw out avoidance.
A sigh this time around. The block of steel attached the Wallis' right forearm reconstructed itself into a shield with intricate design. Gears were embedded into the broad piece with screws. Wires attached from one end to the other.
My clients. The thought resurfaced after a long ways of playfighting.
Okay, first chapter is up! Please review, I love feedback, especially when it comes to writing.