This is a state of grace
This is the worthwhile fight
This is the worthwhile fight
Maea was quicker this time, and Lyra landed a glancing blow to the Ancient's arm before she was away again, circling Lyra as though she were prey. The rain-slick stone beneath her feet made for treacherous ground, and Lyra had to concentrate to keep from twisting an ankle. She tried to circle in the same spot, keeping Maea in her sights, but it was a challenge; the rain continued to pour down, drenching both women and leaving them to use other senses as much, if not more than, sight.
Maea's tail lashed, and Lyra reacted without thinking, and ended up running right into the Ancient's kick as she attempted and failed to dodge. This time, her knee buckled slightly, and she stumbled, trying to right herself on the slippery stone beneath her feet. Her arms flew wide momentarily as she caught her balance. Normally, she might try a kick, but she didn't like the way her knee pounded each time her foot hit the ground. Instead, she tried for another punch - this time a one-two combination that aimed to hit Maea's arms.
Maea's tail lashed, and Lyra reacted without thinking, and ended up running right into the Ancient's kick as she attempted and failed to dodge. This time, her knee buckled slightly, and she stumbled, trying to right herself on the slippery stone beneath her feet. Her arms flew wide momentarily as she caught her balance. Normally, she might try a kick, but she didn't like the way her knee pounded each time her foot hit the ground. Instead, she tried for another punch - this time a one-two combination that aimed to hit Maea's arms.
Love is a ruthless game
Unless you play it good and right
Unless you play it good and right
Lyra
