Amanda walks outside and leisurely walking looking for Gimli. The day is beautiful if not a bit chilled. Nothing a good workout can't cure. The cool breeze bites at her cheeks as she progresses.
She begins humming to herself a light wordless tune.
Gimli nods. "Well enough," he says. "We'll begin with something simple, shall we? You're a touch taller than most I've had to spar with, but I think we'll manage."
He hefts his axe, grins, and takes an experimental swing.
She nods in return and perrys the strike. It is clear to her that he is a strong as she expected. She figures that she will keep on the defensive for a short time to reaquiant herself with how an axe is used for attacks.
Which is well enough with Gimli. He's not trying to hew any heads or limbs today; better to take the lady's measure first. MOve carefully, or as carefully as anyone can with a battle-axe, eh?
Fortunately, Gimli's got enough boiled leather on that even an accidental blow is unlikely to do him harm. Although there might be some leather or metal struck off here or there, there won't be harm done, most likely.
Gimli grins and throws himself further into the effort, swinging with a little more abandon.
Amanda can feel her arms burn as she blocks his strikes. On the last couple of strikes she wasn't able to stop it completely but slowed some of them enough to dodge.
Amanda perry's a few more of his blows, she isn't sure what to do, he has a better reach but he is too strong to take it in close. Finally she decides she is going to try to disarm him. SHe goes in tight. A blow hits her in the side and when hGimli retracts the blade she tries to disarm him.
The axe dips sharply- her technique is a good one- but is not quite dropped. Still, it costs Gimli much of his advantage as he regains his grip and moves to strike again.
Seeing the axe coming in again she tumbles out of the way, so that she is out of his reach to let her wound heal. The blood stain on her balck shirt can barely be seen. It would seem that this was a good choice.
She stays on guard and waits for her next opportunity.
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He hefts his axe, grins, and takes an experimental swing.
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Gimli grins and throws himself further into the effort, swinging with a little more abandon.
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She stays on guard and waits for her next opportunity.
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