Cordelia
Her attack lands soundly. Her knee finding his belly and forcing the air from his lungs, but before she even has a chance to pin him, intending to press her dagger to his throat again, the demigod is teleporting out from beneath her. Frustration mounts along with the growing heat sparking along the bond, honeyed gaze narrowing at him as she gets her feet beneath her, hand planting between her legs to hold herself steady for a moment.
She straightens just in time for him to rush her with the end of his spear, jamming it into her sternum, causing her to stumble. Gritting her teeth, the Shrike reaches for the spear, gripping it with all of her strength and attempting to wrench it from his grip.
She straightens just in time for him to rush her with the end of his spear, jamming it into her sternum, causing her to stumble. Gritting her teeth, the Shrike reaches for the spear, gripping it with all of her strength and attempting to wrench it from his grip.
'Cause darling, it was good // Never looking down
And right there where we stood // Was holy ground
And right there where we stood // Was holy ground
