Kaisel
Don't need a sign, nothing divine's gonna save me
He should have heard Koa approaching. He should have been at attention. At the very least, he shouldn’t have been caught like this. Instead, Kaisel's thoughts had taken him elsewhere, too comfortable in the safety of the town he'd always known, the family that always had his back. Despite being born to a family of warriors, he'd had an easy go at life thus far. Sure, he'd trained, he'd sparred, and he'd handled weapons of many types. He'd heard stories, tactics, and he'd played at strategy.
All it had been was practice.
Kaisel had been fighting his whole life, yet he'd never had to fight for anything. War had a winner and a loser, it was just a game. Heroes were just statues and campfire stories—achievements to pin alongside your name. Serious? The only thing Kaisel was remotely serious about was getting the most attention. Being the best worked. So did fucking around.
Kaisel turned toward the voice, grinning. "It could be a decoy," he drawled, lazily sitting up. "You know, to fill you with false confidence and make you lower your guard." It wasn’t, and fuck, he wished he’d thought of it sooner—but he had fuck all on him. He expected they'd shoot the shit a bit, walk to the training mat, or hell even skip the rigorous workout altogether and hit the town. He could tell by the look on Koa's face though that they were learning today - now.
Kaisel hopped off the table. Kaisel hopped off the table—only for a sharp, well-aimed flick to crack against his forehead. A tink of electricity made sure the bite lingered. Kaisel winced, sucking in a breath as his hands shot up to rub the spot. He shot his cousin a glower as he looked up. "What, afraid to do it up close?" he taunted, the shock fading into Kaisel's typical swagger, the kind most 19-year-olds who felt invincible tended to wear.
Abruptly, Kaisel kicked the knife across the floor. The piece of metal whined as it bounced and slid over the stone towards Koa. It stayed low, gliding like a skipping stone over a lake. It was just a distraction. Kaisel dashed after it like a cat chasing a laser. He suddenly cut left, trying to run up a nearby pillar. He didn't have the room to reach top speed though, and the pillar sucked up some of his momentum, but he needed the angle to break up his movement. He used the pillar as a launching pad, shoving off it hard and spinning a kick towards Koa's head. His hands had since balled into fists; one he kept as a guard by his head, but his left one snapped out shortly after his kick, a low hook to try and catch Koa dodging that way. Now that he'd closed the distance, they could get serious.
1/4 attack/defense
All it had been was practice.
Kaisel had been fighting his whole life, yet he'd never had to fight for anything. War had a winner and a loser, it was just a game. Heroes were just statues and campfire stories—achievements to pin alongside your name. Serious? The only thing Kaisel was remotely serious about was getting the most attention. Being the best worked. So did fucking around.
Kaisel turned toward the voice, grinning. "It could be a decoy," he drawled, lazily sitting up. "You know, to fill you with false confidence and make you lower your guard." It wasn’t, and fuck, he wished he’d thought of it sooner—but he had fuck all on him. He expected they'd shoot the shit a bit, walk to the training mat, or hell even skip the rigorous workout altogether and hit the town. He could tell by the look on Koa's face though that they were learning today - now.
Kaisel hopped off the table. Kaisel hopped off the table—only for a sharp, well-aimed flick to crack against his forehead. A tink of electricity made sure the bite lingered. Kaisel winced, sucking in a breath as his hands shot up to rub the spot. He shot his cousin a glower as he looked up. "What, afraid to do it up close?" he taunted, the shock fading into Kaisel's typical swagger, the kind most 19-year-olds who felt invincible tended to wear.
Abruptly, Kaisel kicked the knife across the floor. The piece of metal whined as it bounced and slid over the stone towards Koa. It stayed low, gliding like a skipping stone over a lake. It was just a distraction. Kaisel dashed after it like a cat chasing a laser. He suddenly cut left, trying to run up a nearby pillar. He didn't have the room to reach top speed though, and the pillar sucked up some of his momentum, but he needed the angle to break up his movement. He used the pillar as a launching pad, shoving off it hard and spinning a kick towards Koa's head. His hands had since balled into fists; one he kept as a guard by his head, but his left one snapped out shortly after his kick, a low hook to try and catch Koa dodging that way. Now that he'd closed the distance, they could get serious.
1/4 attack/defense
Here only the strong survive
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
