The Weak Point of Armor

Anariel gave a circular slash aiming at Laurylhee, but incredibly the wizard thief let herself drop to the floor, pivoting at the same time. Anariel felt almost at the same moment the point of Laurylhee's sword under her armpit. Dumbstruck, she gazed at the strike. "This, whispered Laurylhee, is one of the weak point of an armor. Maybe the weakest." Anariel swallowed her pride. Maybe the blonde elf did not fight with the elegance of her father. But she was as deadly efficient.