| The future belongs to those |
The swing of her staff failed to land once again, but Elizabeth wasn't particularly surprised. Her head just shook as she smiled at Evie pulling away. Eyes following the Warden, she was expecting her to lunge back in for another strike. However, instead, she stayed away, watching, waiting. But what for?
Her question was quickly answered as the ground began to shift underneath her boots, the stones disrupting from their set positions in all sorts of odd angles. Elizabeth wasn't sure how to handle the lack of balance and she found herself crouching in an attempt to stabilize. In her lower stance, she noticed the solid ground nearby. It was imperative that she regain her footing enough to make a counterattack, but she didn't trust her feet to get her there. So, with a clumsy reluctance, she dove forward into a roll, tucking her staff in close. When she finally came up, she was closer to Evie, close enough to sweep her staff out in another low strike.
Her question was quickly answered as the ground began to shift underneath her boots, the stones disrupting from their set positions in all sorts of odd angles. Elizabeth wasn't sure how to handle the lack of balance and she found herself crouching in an attempt to stabilize. In her lower stance, she noticed the solid ground nearby. It was imperative that she regain her footing enough to make a counterattack, but she didn't trust her feet to get her there. So, with a clumsy reluctance, she dove forward into a roll, tucking her staff in close. When she finally came up, she was closer to Evie, close enough to sweep her staff out in another low strike.
Elizabeth
| who believe in the beauty of their dreams |
