AMALIA
The Shield watches as Melita draws her bow, stringing it with courage a well as a flaming arrow, and fires it straight at the attacking man. It sends Shia reeling, skittering, falling back from the flame-touched girl, swinging his upper body back away, which sets him off-balance and out of Amalia’s striking distance. Her talons close over empty air, the owl screeching in anger and defiance. Fuck!
They’re both failing, but hey, Safrin’s favorite lady has an abundance of luck to spare.
The two women may be struggling to strike Shia, but he isn’t in such hot shape either. He’s lost his knife in the snow, and when Owlalia lands, she transforms from one beast to the other. Now her fangs are bared in anger and she leaps towards the half-naked man, hoping to knock him down at the very least, and sink her claws into his stupidly bare (sErIoUsLy who goes shirtless in the winter unless your BLIGHTED?) man chest that can’t even begin to compare to Deimos’ abs and pecs and yummy, muscley goodness.
They’re both failing, but hey, Safrin’s favorite lady has an abundance of luck to spare.
The two women may be struggling to strike Shia, but he isn’t in such hot shape either. He’s lost his knife in the snow, and when Owlalia lands, she transforms from one beast to the other. Now her fangs are bared in anger and she leaps towards the half-naked man, hoping to knock him down at the very least, and sink her claws into his stupidly bare (sErIoUsLy who goes shirtless in the winter unless your BLIGHTED?) man chest that can’t even begin to compare to Deimos’ abs and pecs and yummy, muscley goodness.
