Maea
And I never know what to say
'Til I'm already walking away
Her heart wasn't in it, with this fight. She wasn't angry, or panicked, or pushed into a corner. The things she had to prove mostly concerned herself, and the rest... it was sad, sorry, a disappointment at herself an acrid burn in her throat. But unlike that time when she faced Thalassa and wound up bailing from the spar, this time she didn't run from the unease. Her limbs felt numb and heavy, her reactions were slow, and it was hard to put the necessary force behind her motions, knowing it would end up hurting Danta. She did it, though. Anything else would be disrespectful.
Swift and agile, he managed to maneuver so that she ended up beneath him. Gathering her rear legs up, the tigress attempted to heave him off her so she could rise and face him head on again. The blow across her face rattled her brain, the world swimming in her vision until the distinction between them and the rest of the world faded.
No matter. She wouldn't have to care about anything else until this was over.
Swift and agile, he managed to maneuver so that she ended up beneath him. Gathering her rear legs up, the tigress attempted to heave him off her so she could rise and face him head on again. The blow across her face rattled her brain, the world swimming in her vision until the distinction between them and the rest of the world faded.
No matter. She wouldn't have to care about anything else until this was over.
Wanna punch you in the face
But I won't, but I might, but I won't
