Alys resisted the urge to roll her eyes as Deimos tossed her own words back at her. She was all too used to the phrase it depends from her work as a seer, which was an entirely subjective occupation. But then he told her that she was trying to live, and she sobered quickly. How many people would fail to survive the coming days? How many had they already lost?
She shook herself, a frown on her face as she considered the dummy. "The groin," she responded immediately. She chewed on her lip, crossing her arms over her chest, trying to imagine a real person in place of the training dummy. An image from her nightmares appeared in her mind: a faceless hunter who somehow managed to wear an insidious grin. She shivered. Focus, she told herself. Where else were people weak? "Joints?" she asked, glancing up at Deimos.
She shook herself, a frown on her face as she considered the dummy. "The groin," she responded immediately. She chewed on her lip, crossing her arms over her chest, trying to imagine a real person in place of the training dummy. An image from her nightmares appeared in her mind: a faceless hunter who somehow managed to wear an insidious grin. She shivered. Focus, she told herself. Where else were people weak? "Joints?" she asked, glancing up at Deimos.
ALYS GLASSE
Minor powerplay allowed without permission.
Feel free to use force/magic on Alys.
Feel free to use force/magic on Alys.
