Kaisel
Don't need a sign, nothing divine's gonna save me
If Kaisel sat around licking his wounds the way a dog licks its dick, he'd never leave his room. The nature of being thick headed and loud mouthed is putting your head down and ramming through all the shit you attract, a linebacker through life, a bull in the China shop of emotions. So, other than resenting his punishment and getting tossed in the sand (taking the L is always rough), Kaisel is none the worse for wear. Healing water helps a lot too—stay hydrated chat.
"YEEa," he says flatly, his eyeroll carried in the 'e's and not his actual expression, because he can't risk taking his eyes off Koa. He's not above playing dirty as Kaisel knows all too well, and he doesn't intend to offer any ground to Koa on accident today. Though Koa still outmatches him, Kaisel feels stronger since the last time they did this, and definitely since the last time they play fought up here as teenagers.
A dry laugh answers Koa's taunt, followed up with a wicked glint to his eye as the sound subsides to a crooked grin. The flush on Koa is answer enough, and evidence that Kaisel's learning not to play so fair either. Some emotional warfare certainly seems to be an edge against Koa, who doesn't wear his heart on his sleeve exactly, but sure does let you pummel it in his chest no problem.
Koa rushes, and Kaisel twists—barely—feeling the rush of displaced air graze his ribs. Each step has to be certain with such limited space. They'll stay close, so dodging will be a dance of sucked in guts and spinning toes. His right fist cocks and he jabs at Koa's armored chest, subtly sliding the knuckle knife at an angle with the strike that he sheers downward. "Well I had a great night with Caly, thanks for asking."
1/4 dodges Koa's hit and strikes with a right jab at his chest w/ the knuckle knife
"YEEa," he says flatly, his eyeroll carried in the 'e's and not his actual expression, because he can't risk taking his eyes off Koa. He's not above playing dirty as Kaisel knows all too well, and he doesn't intend to offer any ground to Koa on accident today. Though Koa still outmatches him, Kaisel feels stronger since the last time they did this, and definitely since the last time they play fought up here as teenagers.
A dry laugh answers Koa's taunt, followed up with a wicked glint to his eye as the sound subsides to a crooked grin. The flush on Koa is answer enough, and evidence that Kaisel's learning not to play so fair either. Some emotional warfare certainly seems to be an edge against Koa, who doesn't wear his heart on his sleeve exactly, but sure does let you pummel it in his chest no problem.
Koa rushes, and Kaisel twists—barely—feeling the rush of displaced air graze his ribs. Each step has to be certain with such limited space. They'll stay close, so dodging will be a dance of sucked in guts and spinning toes. His right fist cocks and he jabs at Koa's armored chest, subtly sliding the knuckle knife at an angle with the strike that he sheers downward. "Well I had a great night with Caly, thanks for asking."
1/4 dodges Koa's hit and strikes with a right jab at his chest w/ the knuckle knife
Here only the strong survive
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
