[It nearly works. Lloyd yelps when the blade catches with his, jerking his arm wide, and he barely manages to keep his sword in his hand. His grip is ruined to the point of almost dropping it, though, and he fumbles to try to keep hold.
But there's a hole in his guard now a mile wide. Panicking, he pulls his other sword in to defend it. Too slow too slow too slow!]
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But there's a hole in his guard now a mile wide. Panicking, he pulls his other sword in to defend it. Too slow too slow too slow!]