Deimos
He’d expected a more natural movement, some portions of maneuvering that instinctually designated downward. He must’ve caught her off guard though, for she was late in the proceedings, and while he had put no effort into the punch, it probably still didn’t feel well. “Sorry,” he offered immediately – if Zuriel was with him, the notion of healing would’ve been rendered too, but the unicorn was back home, ensuring his household was guarded efficiently.
Giving her some time and space, backing off a bit, he considered some options, but ultimately figured she should be the one to decide – it was her training after all. “Do you want to try that again, or some of your own hitting opportunities?”
Giving her some time and space, backing off a bit, he considered some options, but ultimately figured she should be the one to decide – it was her training after all. “Do you want to try that again, or some of your own hitting opportunities?”
you're all bronze and bite
all venom and fistfight
all venom and fistfight
