flora
"Glad to hear it." Flora's nose wrinkles prettily as she tips the dragoon a wink. Safely lowering the pads away from her face, she uses her teeth to release the first strap in order to pull her hand free, before removing the other. Grinning and nodding, she accepts the gloves and trades him the pads with a little hum of thanks, sliding her hands inside.
It's a rather bulky and awkward feeling, and though she's much rather fight without gloves, she also knows the risk to her fingers and hands. "I'm pretty bad at this." She warns Zavien, her smile growing crooked as she brushes back a strand of hair with the back of the glove. "I normally fight with my daggers so actually hitting someone with my hands is...not my thing." But, there's only one way to learn.
Rolling her shoulders to try and loosen them, she adopted the sort of stance she'd seen Zavien take before lashing out with a right hook that's wildly uncoordinated.
It's a rather bulky and awkward feeling, and though she's much rather fight without gloves, she also knows the risk to her fingers and hands. "I'm pretty bad at this." She warns Zavien, her smile growing crooked as she brushes back a strand of hair with the back of the glove. "I normally fight with my daggers so actually hitting someone with my hands is...not my thing." But, there's only one way to learn.
Rolling her shoulders to try and loosen them, she adopted the sort of stance she'd seen Zavien take before lashing out with a right hook that's wildly uncoordinated.
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
