Thalassa
I worry this is how I’m always gonna feel.
To no one's surprise, the tower of a man doesn't fall from the flick of her leg that compares to the size of his forearm. She at least gets a grimace, but she barely notices it before it shifts to a smirk, a gentle shove of her legs pushing her off balance, her hands reaching out to catch her from faceplanting on the stone ground. Knowing exactly what did it, Thal can't help the chuckle that breaks through her seriousness, just glad to see that Asta isn't panicking.
From her very low position, she decides that she can play a little dirty too. Shoving her hands into the ground, she aims an elbow at the back of his knee. She might not be able to make him fall, but she could at least drop him down a peg, her own evil grin spreading across her face.
From her very low position, she decides that she can play a little dirty too. Shoving her hands into the ground, she aims an elbow at the back of his knee. She might not be able to make him fall, but she could at least drop him down a peg, her own evil grin spreading across her face.
But nothing lasts. I know the deal.
