House Eros
A drop of sweat crawled down Rainier's body as he held his claymore in the ready position, both hands on the hilt. He felt the drop as it cooled a line down his abs, but his focus was on the angel in front of him.
The slightly unsure way he held his shield. The way he let his fingers open one by one as he adjusted his grip on his sword... or would have, if Rain hadn't chosen that exact moment to strike.
Rain struck with half his might. The angel raised his shield, but it wasn't the shield Rain was aiming for, it was the sword.
A moment later, the sword clattered to the ground.
Having disarmed his opponent, now Rainier aimed for the body. The angel blocked with his shield, but Rain knew he had him.
One strike caught the middle of the shield, sending vibrations up his arms. The second he swept inward, prying the shield away before reversing the swing and-