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Who: a_slayer_slays and chaincutter
What: A friendly spar
When: July 9th, midday
Where: The Barracks
Summary: A couple months and a few minor bouts of Luceti-wide doom later than expected, Sigmund is finally giving Buffy that shield demonstration he promised.
Rating: PG/PG-13 depending on how serious they get about things

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Something colliding was Sigmund's intention, just not all of him. A sudden screech of metal announced his putting on the brakes, and the momentum turned his torso even further away from her. Unfortunately, this meant that he had no choice but to take the hit with a loud clang, as it caught the edge of his armor.

It doesn't hurt. Nothing hurt any longer, which was disturbing on its own merits. In some part of his mind, he registered that Edward would be beside himself about this later. Maybe this was a bad idea. One little bruise, and there would be ointments and compresses and more ointments, hurt looks and lots of fussing over Sigmund intentionally putting himself in a situation where he could be injured.

He would need a very good lie for this one.

Buffy might need even better reflexes, because after rocking forward with the force of the blow, Sigmund swept his shield arm out in a wide arc. His tightly coiled defense became his offense. With any luck, he could catch her with the flat of it and put her on the floor. A solid wall of metal strapped to one's arm was good for so much more than protection.

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If Buffy had known about Sigmund's current condition, she would not have been so gung-ho about this little date. Instead, she could only watch with admiration as he took the hit. Something not strictly human, then--such was her verdict. She would have to modify her strategy accordingly. Up the offence and tread a bit more carefully.

But this decision was made too late to be effective come the shield blow. She was floored by the blow, but managed to hit the ground with a semblance of dignity. Tucking in her shoulder, Buffy transitioned into a side-roll in order to transfer the momentum from the hit into a way of keeping just out of Sigmund's reach.

She had certainly felt the shield. Her abdomen burned where it had caught her; however, that wasn't such a new sensation and there is only the slightest suggestion of her favouring her left hip. Two seconds and she was springing back to her feet with just as much verve as before. Her stance dropped; she kept low. Buffy charged in and hoped to get past the shield by feinting once closer.

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To be fair, he did tell her once, not that he expected she would remember. It was better this way. He didn't enjoy being treated as if he was helpless and fragile.

He spotted the change in her stance, and chided himself for hitting her so hard. Oh, he still wasn't going to go easy on her; but there was a line between challenging and malicious that he refused to cross. It wouldn't be easy. To be honest, a fight was the one of the few places where his prized self-control was... more than a little lacking, to say the least. He would try. For the sake of not causing unnecessary damage, he would try.

In response to her charge, he decided to take this little spar in an unexpected direction -- up. Up and back, to be exact. For a moment, he crouched, legs hidden under his long tunics as tight as springs; and then he leapt. It was a high jump, at least to head-height. Surprisingly high, for a man bogged down with padding and platemail.

He couldn't go on the offensive, not unless he drew his sword; but there were ways to turn an opponent's strengths and weakness against them. This would be an unusual fight for him, but not an unwinnable one.