Elizabeth
Letting him get away from the topic (for now), Elizabeth laughs at his attempts to encourage her. "I didn't say I was powerless, but I'm not going to pretend that physical combat is something I'm good at." With or without weapons, she's very much not built for fighting. Even with her magic, she doesn't necessarily have the stomach for it.
She catches herself before she can end up face down in the sand, throwing out her arms to balance. Once she has her feet under her, Elizabeth smiles teasingly at the very wrong implication that her punch had been 'good.' "I appreciate the polite lie." Her eyes show no signs of being upset about the matter, only a rich brown of acceptance and a willingness to try again.
Following his lead, she braces her feet against the sturdier sand, doing her best to match his stance, even if hers looks soft and paltry in comparison. Still, she laughs, raising her fists. "I'll do my best, but I can't make any promises considering how poor my aim is." And then she strikes out for his shoulder again, luckily not hitting his face, and managing to keep her balance this time.
She catches herself before she can end up face down in the sand, throwing out her arms to balance. Once she has her feet under her, Elizabeth smiles teasingly at the very wrong implication that her punch had been 'good.' "I appreciate the polite lie." Her eyes show no signs of being upset about the matter, only a rich brown of acceptance and a willingness to try again.
Following his lead, she braces her feet against the sturdier sand, doing her best to match his stance, even if hers looks soft and paltry in comparison. Still, she laughs, raising her fists. "I'll do my best, but I can't make any promises considering how poor my aim is." And then she strikes out for his shoulder again, luckily not hitting his face, and managing to keep her balance this time.
Sometimes in the waves of change
we find our true direction
we find our true direction
