flora
Watching him shift and straighten, his reluctance apparently having taken a back seat to his sense of obligation to follow orders, Flora playfully rolls her eyes and lifts her arms. "I already have the pads on, so it's you first." She chuckles. She'd come to expect nothing but politeness from the dragoon, but it would be silly for them to swap gloves for pads at this point just for the sake of chivalry.
Stretching out one of her hands, she boops one of his raised fists in emphasis, before drawing her arms back tight against her chest where her body would be able to absorb the force of his blows. "I'm stronger than I look." She reassures him. "And I'm not going to be able to get better at this unless I practice, so.."
Make with the punching.
Stretching out one of her hands, she boops one of his raised fists in emphasis, before drawing her arms back tight against her chest where her body would be able to absorb the force of his blows. "I'm stronger than I look." She reassures him. "And I'm not going to be able to get better at this unless I practice, so.."
Make with the punching.
We need love, But all we want is danger
We team up, Then switch sides like a record changer
We team up, Then switch sides like a record changer
