my peace has always depended on all the ashes in my wake
Dazzled by the fire even if he's unharmed by it, Danta can't even say he minds the distraction, because you know, he really had been a little cold as he waited for Maea, all things considered. It does exactly what she hopes, though, and the Maverick is still blinking through the spots dancing before his eyes when her kick plants right into his chest, sending him skidding backwards.
"Fuck, you pack a punch for such a little one," he wheezes as he collides with a (thankfully unlit) candelabra, hands on his knees as he fights past being winded. Still, he knows better than to try to take too much of a break, and so before Maea can decide to press the attack, he springs forward to try and tackle her across the flagstones.
"Fuck, you pack a punch for such a little one," he wheezes as he collides with a (thankfully unlit) candelabra, hands on his knees as he fights past being winded. Still, he knows better than to try to take too much of a break, and so before Maea can decide to press the attack, he springs forward to try and tackle her across the flagstones.
the maverick
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
