a ship is safe in harbor
but that's not what ships are for
but that's not what ships are for
Natural instinct began to hold over her now, evasion, a tactic Lena wholly preferred over any and actual combat. The threat of Noe’s impending fist had her shuffling over to the right, feeling the whoosh of air rummage past her clothing, eyes widening, managing surprise at the escape of the latest barrage.
But that didn’t mean she was in the clear, and she lowered herself slightly, trying to minimize the amount of space the Accepted had to work with, and aimed her next, still albeit sadly slow, punch at Noe’s arm – wondering if any residual sting or ache would make the other woman less likely to utilize the motions.
But that didn’t mean she was in the clear, and she lowered herself slightly, trying to minimize the amount of space the Accepted had to work with, and aimed her next, still albeit sadly slow, punch at Noe’s arm – wondering if any residual sting or ache would make the other woman less likely to utilize the motions.
Lena
