Maea
If I could sing one last song
Her kick only glanced off an arm, hardly the result she had been hoping for. Quick to regain her footing, Maea sank back into the ready stance as Liam backed off, her eyes fixed on him to attempt to predict his next move. Despite that, she was surprised when he seized her weapon and tried to yank it out of her hands. Only the firm grip she had and the kind of stubborn, tough strength earned after years of clinging to life prevented him from succeeding.
She was pulled off balance though. Instead of trying to to regain her footing though, the slender woman threw her own weight into the shifting momentum. Stepping sideways and turning so that she wound up almost side by side with him, she thought it must be awkward to keep holding on to the pole like that - and like a pale whip her tail lashed out against the back of his knees, attempting to if not topple him, then at least stagger the soldier so that Maea could reclaim her glaive.
She was pulled off balance though. Instead of trying to to regain her footing though, the slender woman threw her own weight into the shifting momentum. Stepping sideways and turning so that she wound up almost side by side with him, she thought it must be awkward to keep holding on to the pole like that - and like a pale whip her tail lashed out against the back of his knees, attempting to if not topple him, then at least stagger the soldier so that Maea could reclaim her glaive.
I'd make it a good one
