Thalassa
Her boot makes contact with his calf, and she watches as he stumbles, earning a nice sear on his hand. She may have seen him take worse in the Feverlands, but it's a wonder that he doesn't pause to wrap his hand, or even glance to check on the injury. The calm, cool demeanor is so at odds with the heat that it sends a shiver down her spine. She's done it now - and she has no regrets. Her smile is wickedly sweet, a smoldering flame as her voice carries over the ashen ground. "This is flirting." It's a dangerous dance of sharp words and violent movements. What is there not to love?
Thal's eyes never leave him, tracking, assessing, appreciating. His threat makes her 'smug little smirk' widen, her stance relaxed even as she preps for his next attack. "As long as it's filled with my favorite Halovian whiskey." And she might have commented on her own possible prize if he wasn't suddenly rushing forward.
She shouldn't be as susceptible to feints - what with how dirty pirates fight - but she's a little distracted at the moment, and she moves to dodge the punch, stepping right into his trap. His shadows hit her shins and her balance abandons her. A small curse slips through as her arms move to brace for a fall.
Lucky for her, Vesper is close enough to grab, and she reaches for his shoulders, practically tumbling into him. She holds fast to blance herself, her mind already rushing through options and strategies. He's close enough to kiss, her quick breath mixing with his as she leans closer, her voice a coy whisper between them, her fanged grin sharper than any dagger. "See? Flirting."
Then she's gone again, darting behind him so she can kick a foot against the back of his knees.
Thal's eyes never leave him, tracking, assessing, appreciating. His threat makes her 'smug little smirk' widen, her stance relaxed even as she preps for his next attack. "As long as it's filled with my favorite Halovian whiskey." And she might have commented on her own possible prize if he wasn't suddenly rushing forward.
She shouldn't be as susceptible to feints - what with how dirty pirates fight - but she's a little distracted at the moment, and she moves to dodge the punch, stepping right into his trap. His shadows hit her shins and her balance abandons her. A small curse slips through as her arms move to brace for a fall.
Lucky for her, Vesper is close enough to grab, and she reaches for his shoulders, practically tumbling into him. She holds fast to blance herself, her mind already rushing through options and strategies. He's close enough to kiss, her quick breath mixing with his as she leans closer, her voice a coy whisper between them, her fanged grin sharper than any dagger. "See? Flirting."
Then she's gone again, darting behind him so she can kick a foot against the back of his knees.
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
