Flora
Flora exhales sharply through her nose as her leg collides with the unexpected barrier of Hadama’s trident instead of sweeping him off his feet. Clever. The maneuver stings, but it’s nothing she can’t shake off, her weight shifting smoothly to rebalance herself in the sand. The dagger’s hilt strikes true, landing hard against his side, and though he barely moves in response, the satisfaction of landing the hit sends a thrill through her. (Not because she wanted to bruise her friend and fellow leader, but simply because of how off her aim had been as of late).
Dagger in one hand, she twirls it deftly between her fingers before tossing it to her other, feinting another throw before lunging forward instead. Her goal isn’t to land another strike immediately, but to force him to react—his trident was big, powerful, but slower than she was, and she wanted to test just how fast he could recover from defending one attack before she shifted to another.
And, if she happened to take the chance to tug lightly at the end of his long silver braid in passing—well. That was just part of the game.
Dagger in one hand, she twirls it deftly between her fingers before tossing it to her other, feinting another throw before lunging forward instead. Her goal isn’t to land another strike immediately, but to force him to react—his trident was big, powerful, but slower than she was, and she wanted to test just how fast he could recover from defending one attack before she shifted to another.
And, if she happened to take the chance to tug lightly at the end of his long silver braid in passing—well. That was just part of the game.
I trace the evidence, make it make some sense
why the wound is still bleedin'
why the wound is still bleedin'
Code stolen from Queen Sky
