The sting of a wingblade cut told Nakira that she had at least hit her mark this time. Though upon landing, she spun to find both still poised for attack. The lucain male had collided with her first and dealt his own damage. Her muscles could feel the sting of his hit, but she had to keep moving. The Paragon had missed her at least—the big brute was sure to really mess her up if he did land a hit on her. Spinning on a dime she sprang for Ven again, hoping her next attack might be a little more fruitful.
((Regular attack at Veneziano))