Vanguard
Fast-!
The warrior swung his blade forth to meet her charge. She was quick, incredibly so. Logically, her flag would reach his throat before his blade could parry it, but logic didn't apply to such a man. Despite the vast difference in speed, each and every blow was met with his blade, ringing a song of clashing steel. He never struck or advanced from his position, merely deflecting her blows as they came with minimal movement.
How beautiful, a skillful woman's form was something to behold. However, such futile beauty meant little in the real battlefield. As soon as her weapon came to breach his defense once more, his axe brushed past it, and with a slight twist of his wrist, both weapons came crashing down the earth like a comet and shattered it with a boom that shamed that of cannons.
Her flag was mercilessly pinned pinned by his blade, there would be no further strike as long as he willed it. Vanguard glared at her with a look of pure disappointment. No, that wasn't quite it. To say he was disappointed would mean he expected more from her.
"Are you done?" He asked her calmly.