[Ivar waits for Letha to make the first move, wanting to see what she's learned in her time away. It was a lot different being in a fair fight as opposed to holding a knife to his throat when he was in a blind rage.
He goes for the knife she's aiming at his chair, deflecting it with his own before he brings it around in a smooth arc, aiming it at her wrist.]
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He goes for the knife she's aiming at his chair, deflecting it with his own before he brings it around in a smooth arc, aiming it at her wrist.]