Elizabeth
Laughing, Elizabeth shakes her head, reiterating that she doesn't want to hit Danta in the face despite what a serious brawler might strive to do. "I sure hope not. Then you might not want me to get off this island." He doesn't seem the kind to hold it against her in the nature of 'good fun' and sparring, but if he's her best solution for escaping, she'd hate to risk her chance.
As expected, her fist doesn't land anywhere but the open air, and she finds Danta standing at her side with a smug grin on his face and her wrist in his grasp. She feels the slight tension as he pulls, even if it's not enough to hurt. Elizabeth chuckles, looking at the hold as she tries to figure out how she's supposed to do the same thing herself. "Just... grab their wrist?" It can't be that simple, but her limited experience with combat means she could be wrong about a lot of things.
As expected, her fist doesn't land anywhere but the open air, and she finds Danta standing at her side with a smug grin on his face and her wrist in his grasp. She feels the slight tension as he pulls, even if it's not enough to hurt. Elizabeth chuckles, looking at the hold as she tries to figure out how she's supposed to do the same thing herself. "Just... grab their wrist?" It can't be that simple, but her limited experience with combat means she could be wrong about a lot of things.
Sometimes in the waves of change
we find our true direction
we find our true direction
