At the last instant, Mehrin's greatsword shifted from the beginnings of a defensive hold to a direct assault. Eb's hands split apart on the shaft of her mace, sliding swiftly to each end as she grinned unconsciously and redirected the forward energy of her attack upwards into a series of deflective angles, her lunge morphing into a duck and twirl beneath and away from the sword.
She lunged again, this time with a scowl. Would none of today's targets stay bloody still?
Practicing with the mace was never particularly enjoyable, in and of itself. It did, however, allow her to hit hard and cause damage - stop threats - at close quarters in the heat of a battle with the landing of a single blow, and right now she needed to both hit something hard, and get more accustomed to using it. No matter how fast she was with her knives and her swords, they would never match the mace for force and impact.
As predicted, Mehrin parried her strike and she darted back, focusing on keeping the top-heavy weapon as fluid as possible.
Duck in, spin out.
Deflect. Swing. Deflect, flow. Turn.
His strikes came fast and heavy. The vibrations cast back at her from the wavy blade's deflections were working their way into her hands and wrists moreso than they would have with her swords. Shifting and rolling the weapon and joints as needed, she grinned again, with a grim determination. Never mind the sopping clothes and the targets that wouldn't stay still and contribute to worthwhile target practice. Even with the mace, this was much more productive than throwing knives.
The dance was furious now, like it always was within seconds of starting a spar with this man. But parts were also different, her weapon choice adding elements of complexity to the composition that they both needed to account for, work on, improve. She settled into it, mind focused, blood pumping, body working in a blur driven by sword strikes and the rapid drumbeat of the rain. Splashes and shuffles through the muddy puddles punctuated their every aggressive move.
She hissed and whipped back around towards him.
She turned the mace to the ready, grinding her teeth.
She scowled, shoving the shadowy threat aside with a curse and attacking, yet again.