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Louise knew that when Sébastien restarted the spar, it would be on a different level. After all, they had yet to actually use magic. She risked a glance upwards, taking in her full red bar of health and her half-empty blue bar of Willpower. Enough for now. So she recast the blunting spell on Derflinger and assumed a two-handed guard position.
She wasn't prepared for how her opponent stepped it up.
A war cry erupted from Sébastien's throat and he was on her in an instant, sword raised high above his head and already descending! Louise barely managed to dodge, forgoing any attempt to even parry in her haste. But now he was offering her his side so perhaps she could take advantage of- Sébastian rammed against her, his shoulder level with her face. Louise fell down and hit the ground harshly, her breath leaving her. She had no time to dodge, to roll away, anything, before a boot came into violent contact with her ribs. She clearly saw the reduction on her red bar. Not as much as Sylphid's tackle but close. The pain was similar.
But the pain wouldn't last.
Sébastien did pause after his kick. It was a good lesson, and he thought he'd heard a snap. It wouldn't do to hurt the lass too much. It was only intended as a lesson, nothing more. Plus, the blonde over to the side was starting to-
Louise sprung up.
Sébastian side-stepped the point, feeling the wind from the blunting spell caress his face. His reaction was as instantaneous as it was instinctive, and so was his counter-attack. Using his momentum, he slammed his blade against Louise, catching her in the shoulder. The girl stumbled back, using the blow to put some distance between them, and raised Derflinger in front of her body, keeping him at distance with a long point.
So the lass wasn't staying down yet? She was behaving like his hit hadn't bothered her at all. That, he had to admit, he hadn't been expecting.
The fight resumed without any words. Sébastien pressed the offense, raining down heavy blows on Louise. They looked wild and random, maybe they even were, but Louise could see how his eyes were clear. She remembered Lecküchner's words. Here she should use a nach reysen, striking as his blade came down but…. But there was nothing she could do about it but defend, defend, defend. It took all of her speed just to keep up with his attack. The blows, blocked or parried by Derflinger, shook her arms. Some grazed her and hit her arms, the pain making her want to drop her sword. And all the while, she was being driven back.
Her health was slowly but steadily decreasing under the blows. She had to do something before she was forced to yield. Anything.
So when she saw an opening, minuscule as it was, she cried out, pulling on her willpower, "Spark!" The half-dozen sparks that leapt from Derflinger's blade made her opponent give a single step back and she capitalized on that. The chance would not come again. "Gust!"
But he stabbed his sword on the ground and the strong wind washed over him without being able to dislodge him. Had he bonded himself to the ground somehow? Earth magic?
The inn owner's lips were moving. Louise took a step back only for the ground under her to collapse, chunks moving up and down. Even as her foot got stuck between two stones and the pain of a badly twisted ankle reached her brain, Louise could only think of one thing. She'd lost her footing. And losing one's footing in a fight meant….
Sébastien's fist impacted with her midsection, driving the air from her lungs. Oh, there went a little bit more of her red bar. A pair of punches snapped her head up, then down and right.
Louise fell down to the ground, Derflinger slipping from her limp fingers.
Sébastien watched, a couple of steps away, as she twitched and slowly got back up. Remarkable.
Montmorency cried out again for them to stop right that instant. Her wand was in her hand as she ran to them.
The combatants locked eyes. Louise bowed her head.
"I yield."
Quest Completed!