[ Cedrik's eyes are fixed on Felix's. There's nothing on the boy's face that gives away the incoming strike, he'll give him credit there, instead it's the slight and sudden noise of shifting weight that gives a fraction of warning.
He twists out of the way, keeping the blade between Felix's sword and his own skin. A scrap of magic comes with the movement, his own shadow (not that one) moving around his form as an added defense. ]
Hah!
[ Instinct has him striking at Felix's back with both arms, even if only one holds a weapon. He's used to handling two knives, that should be easy for someone like Felix to figure out.
Below them, a bit of dust falls from the floor above. ]
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He twists out of the way, keeping the blade between Felix's sword and his own skin. A scrap of magic comes with the movement, his own shadow (not that one) moving around his form as an added defense. ]
Hah!
[ Instinct has him striking at Felix's back with both arms, even if only one holds a weapon. He's used to handling two knives, that should be easy for someone like Felix to figure out.
Below them, a bit of dust falls from the floor above. ]