[The kick prompts a sharp 'oof' from Reece, but when he glances upward and sees only one hand on the sword's hilt, he instantly forgets to consider the pain. He remembers his flexibility, born of many years training with a staff-like weapon, and twists in a vicious arc, meant to yank the sword from Thane's wrist or at least cause him a great deal of pain if he keeps hold of it. He's still at a disadvantage—he hasn't had a chance to get to his feet again, and if the sword and chain are stay twisted up in his grip, he has no way to defend himself either.
It's not fear, but anticipation that makes him quiver.]
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It's not fear, but anticipation that makes him quiver.]