Guileless Son, I'll shape your belief
And you'll always know that your father's a thief
And you'll always know that your father's a thief
As Cat had landed the last hit with a satisfying /THWAK/, her eyes lit up a little bit. The staff having found it's own little odd balance in her hand, something that she would have to work hard at to get use to, but also something that wasn't too terrible to get practice with. Though, the full potential of such a weapon still yet to weigh completely on the woman's mind.
Hearing Deimos call out to her, the red head shifted her seafoam gaze with a lopsided grin. "Thanks." She gave a brief nod, readjusting her stance to a little more relaxed one as she had held the staff on her shoulder. As he had offered to throw her some strikes for blocking, a larger grin tugged along her lips.
"I think that'd be good. Don't they say sometimes the best offense is a good defense?" The woman asked curiously, wondering if she had asked the appropriate question.
Cat was already starting to sweat beneath her cloak, shrugging off the larger one to offer her better movement, and for the colder air to penetrate her to knock off some of the sweat. She had tossed it aside, out of the way. Not afraid to get it dirty, as it was already a dark woodsy color. What would a little ice, or even dirt hurt it? It wouldn't.
Walking back over towards the center, she had glanced up towards the man curious of how.. she would be able to properly block an oncoming attack with her staff. One would think it was common sense, but.. she had a feeling this would lead to more than she would had originally guessed.
Hearing Deimos call out to her, the red head shifted her seafoam gaze with a lopsided grin. "Thanks." She gave a brief nod, readjusting her stance to a little more relaxed one as she had held the staff on her shoulder. As he had offered to throw her some strikes for blocking, a larger grin tugged along her lips.
"I think that'd be good. Don't they say sometimes the best offense is a good defense?" The woman asked curiously, wondering if she had asked the appropriate question.
Cat was already starting to sweat beneath her cloak, shrugging off the larger one to offer her better movement, and for the colder air to penetrate her to knock off some of the sweat. She had tossed it aside, out of the way. Not afraid to get it dirty, as it was already a dark woodsy color. What would a little ice, or even dirt hurt it? It wouldn't.
Walking back over towards the center, she had glanced up towards the man curious of how.. she would be able to properly block an oncoming attack with her staff. One would think it was common sense, but.. she had a feeling this would lead to more than she would had originally guessed.
Catalina
And you won't understand the cause of your grief
But you'll always follow the voices beneath
But you'll always follow the voices beneath
