Thalassa
It was disappointing that Maea didn't want to participate in her 'dick-measuring contest,' and Thal rolled her eyes at the 'noble' manner of fighting she chose. It almost annoyed her more. "Fine, but I won't go any easier on you." Just to prove it, she didn't remove her own weapons, casually glancing down to fix the rolling of her sleeves as Maea stood there in her fighting stance. It only felt appropriate to make her wait, after all, she'd spent months waiting for her to return from the dead.
After a painfully long moment had passed and Thal was sure she was ready, without warning or any indication, she darted forward. One second she was sitting on the crate, and the next she was ducking in front of Maea, her fist rushing forward to punch the woman in the gut. It was too fast to be natural, the echo of shadows on her limbs the only sign of the magic she'd used.
After a painfully long moment had passed and Thal was sure she was ready, without warning or any indication, she darted forward. One second she was sitting on the crate, and the next she was ducking in front of Maea, her fist rushing forward to punch the woman in the gut. It was too fast to be natural, the echo of shadows on her limbs the only sign of the magic she'd used.
Guess I got caught in the middle of it
Yes I've been taught, got a little of it
In my blood, in my blood
