Soleil
There is no finesse or planning to her attacks. At least not anymore. The ache of pain from his fist isn't enough to make her feel like she has atoned for her mistakes, and her anger has yet to find a suitable outlet. She rages and moves like an undulating wave, spurred on by her self-loathing and impotent measures against a stronger fighter.
Maybe it's exactly that wriggling that puts her in an unfortunate position for Tal's next attack, if a headbutt qualifies as one. The hard, sturdy part of the crown of his head smacks into her left eyebrow, and pain flares fast and hot as the skin splits and - notorious as head-wounds are - begins to bleed immediately. It's accompanied with a shrill yelp of pain, reeling backward at the same time as her hands blindly reach to snag and grab at any part of Talyson that she can.
Her hands pull at the same time as her left leg sweeps out, trying to bring the courier down to the floor with her as she shuts her eyelid against the blood attempting to seep into her eye.
Maybe it's exactly that wriggling that puts her in an unfortunate position for Tal's next attack, if a headbutt qualifies as one. The hard, sturdy part of the crown of his head smacks into her left eyebrow, and pain flares fast and hot as the skin splits and - notorious as head-wounds are - begins to bleed immediately. It's accompanied with a shrill yelp of pain, reeling backward at the same time as her hands blindly reach to snag and grab at any part of Talyson that she can.
Her hands pull at the same time as her left leg sweeps out, trying to bring the courier down to the floor with her as she shuts her eyelid against the blood attempting to seep into her eye.
kiss me like I'm a conviction, beg for divinity in my grasp
