Thalassa
I worry this is how I’m always gonna feel.
Noticing the way he keeps the crows within eyesight, Thal decides to maintain the same line of attack, at least giving him that comfort, although she won't hold back regardless. Her multitudes of daggers of daggers are ready to strike, her fingers steadily still. The thrill of adrenaline is a familiar feeling that she absorbs, directing into the appropriate channels to heighten and enhance without hindrance.
When Asta strikes, she's ready for him, bolting forward on quick feet to close the distance between them. Throwing her daggers may be the better choice, but fighting against his weapon makes her think closer quarters might give her an advantage. She uses her own fire magic with a flicker of her gaze, pushing the flames around her figure to obscure it as she lunges through, aiming for his upper arm with a controlled precision.
When Asta strikes, she's ready for him, bolting forward on quick feet to close the distance between them. Throwing her daggers may be the better choice, but fighting against his weapon makes her think closer quarters might give her an advantage. She uses her own fire magic with a flicker of her gaze, pushing the flames around her figure to obscure it as she lunges through, aiming for his upper arm with a controlled precision.
But nothing lasts. I know the deal.
