Severus quickly lunged to Remus' right, and the man countered to the left.
Severus pulled back into his stance as Remus flicked out his wrist in a
quick attempt to hit Severus' back, but the Potions Master snapped out his
saber, and met Remus' foil half way.
'Bloody hell, a third position block, he has trained.' Remus thought to himself, then quickly moved to lift his left arm down as he raised his right to a nearly vertical position to cross his foil with Severus' saber, and block.
Severus took a quick half step forward, resting on the ball of his lead foot, and snapped his wrist out to tap the side of Remus' foil. He growled and closed the space between them, lifting his left hand above his head as Remus countered by swinging his foil under Severus' saber and tapping the opposite side.
Remus sneered, and began a harsh set of taps, swinging his foil under the saber to tap on one side, then the other. A light breeze picked in, but it wasn't helpful a the moment, it sent Remus' hair into his face, causing the man to side-step to keep his partner in view.
Severus growled, taps always annoyed the hell out of him. He began to turn his saber counter clockwise, tapping Remus' foil between Remus' taps. He side-stepped as well, keeping Remus always in front of him. His hand twitched as Remus lunged suddenly. He side-stepped again, and turned his hand inward, only to be met by a high point on Remus' foil. He'd been close.
Remus clicked his teeth as he slid his foil up Severus' saber and stepped back. The Potions master had been close, too close. He quickly half stepped towards Severus, aiming for his face.
Severus back stepped and brought his saber up. He groaned as Remus continued to press forward, and they began to tap in a serious of basic moves. Up right; third position, down left; second position, and straight; first position. He stopped and started to back towards Remus when the blasted Defense Against The Dark Arts Professor began his stand-still taps again.
Remus drove his foil forward after three taps to the inside left. He hissed through his teeth as Severus tried a counter, and brought them inches from each other. Remus heard Hana's whistle and the duo turned to face her.
"Two point to Remus." She said and kicked Ron in the shin. "Match one."
"Ow! What was that for?" He grumbled, leaning forward to rub his leg. Hana gave him one of her evil grins.
"You said you wanted to do something, keep score." Ron mumbled to himself.
Severus turned from Remus, and took a few steps towards Hana.
"Two point? For what?" He crossed his arms over his chest, his saber nearly touching the ground as another breeze picked in.
"Shoulder, he brushed your left shoulder. His foil bent. It counts." Hana pressed as Severus stared at her hard. "Anyway, that was match one. Continue please.." She grinned, enjoying her state of power and motioned back to the center of the Pitch.
Remus looked over at Severus and they quickly made their way back to the center of the Pitch, quickly lifting their swords with proudly set faces, and stood ready.
Hana's whistle blew again.
Match two.
This time Severus was in the lead. He quickly drove forward, meeting Remus at fourth position; up and to the left, across the face. He tapped the inside of Remus' foil quickly, then met him at fifth position; down right.
Remus quickly stepped in and brought up his saber, meeting at first position. Remus leaned into his foil, bringing his noise inches from Severus. He felt a light sweat start to break out on his skin, and this time welcomed the cool autumn breeze. He felt Severus' saber tense as the Potions master turned his saber quickly and managed to back Remus two steps before turning his saber the other direction and jabbing Remus in the side.
"Two point, Severus!" Hana cried after she blew her whistle again. "Match two."
Remus glared at Severus as they started back towards the center of the Pitch, and rubbed his side. Without the proper fencing armor, the taps are supposed to be light, apparently that's one thing Severus didn't learn.
"We're tied, Professor Lupin." Sneered Severus as they took up the stance again, and awaited Hana's whistle.
"Not for long," Remus said, too pumped to feel cliché.
The whistle.
The final match.
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'Bloody hell, a third position block, he has trained.' Remus thought to himself, then quickly moved to lift his left arm down as he raised his right to a nearly vertical position to cross his foil with Severus' saber, and block.
Severus took a quick half step forward, resting on the ball of his lead foot, and snapped his wrist out to tap the side of Remus' foil. He growled and closed the space between them, lifting his left hand above his head as Remus countered by swinging his foil under Severus' saber and tapping the opposite side.
Remus sneered, and began a harsh set of taps, swinging his foil under the saber to tap on one side, then the other. A light breeze picked in, but it wasn't helpful a the moment, it sent Remus' hair into his face, causing the man to side-step to keep his partner in view.
Severus growled, taps always annoyed the hell out of him. He began to turn his saber counter clockwise, tapping Remus' foil between Remus' taps. He side-stepped as well, keeping Remus always in front of him. His hand twitched as Remus lunged suddenly. He side-stepped again, and turned his hand inward, only to be met by a high point on Remus' foil. He'd been close.
Remus clicked his teeth as he slid his foil up Severus' saber and stepped back. The Potions master had been close, too close. He quickly half stepped towards Severus, aiming for his face.
Severus back stepped and brought his saber up. He groaned as Remus continued to press forward, and they began to tap in a serious of basic moves. Up right; third position, down left; second position, and straight; first position. He stopped and started to back towards Remus when the blasted Defense Against The Dark Arts Professor began his stand-still taps again.
Remus drove his foil forward after three taps to the inside left. He hissed through his teeth as Severus tried a counter, and brought them inches from each other. Remus heard Hana's whistle and the duo turned to face her.
"Two point to Remus." She said and kicked Ron in the shin. "Match one."
"Ow! What was that for?" He grumbled, leaning forward to rub his leg. Hana gave him one of her evil grins.
"You said you wanted to do something, keep score." Ron mumbled to himself.
Severus turned from Remus, and took a few steps towards Hana.
"Two point? For what?" He crossed his arms over his chest, his saber nearly touching the ground as another breeze picked in.
"Shoulder, he brushed your left shoulder. His foil bent. It counts." Hana pressed as Severus stared at her hard. "Anyway, that was match one. Continue please.." She grinned, enjoying her state of power and motioned back to the center of the Pitch.
Remus looked over at Severus and they quickly made their way back to the center of the Pitch, quickly lifting their swords with proudly set faces, and stood ready.
Hana's whistle blew again.
Match two.
This time Severus was in the lead. He quickly drove forward, meeting Remus at fourth position; up and to the left, across the face. He tapped the inside of Remus' foil quickly, then met him at fifth position; down right.
Remus quickly stepped in and brought up his saber, meeting at first position. Remus leaned into his foil, bringing his noise inches from Severus. He felt a light sweat start to break out on his skin, and this time welcomed the cool autumn breeze. He felt Severus' saber tense as the Potions master turned his saber quickly and managed to back Remus two steps before turning his saber the other direction and jabbing Remus in the side.
"Two point, Severus!" Hana cried after she blew her whistle again. "Match two."
Remus glared at Severus as they started back towards the center of the Pitch, and rubbed his side. Without the proper fencing armor, the taps are supposed to be light, apparently that's one thing Severus didn't learn.
"We're tied, Professor Lupin." Sneered Severus as they took up the stance again, and awaited Hana's whistle.
"Not for long," Remus said, too pumped to feel cliché.
The whistle.
The final match.
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