COLT
Cowboys ain't easy to love
And they're harder to hold
And they're harder to hold
Maybe if Colt hadn't been hanging on to a blur of a horse while avoiding being run down by a skyship, she could have better put name and face together, but as it is I've got the memory and the reading skills of a fucking goldfish, she only smiles like it's the first time she's meeting the demi-god.
The staff Mel holds up has Colt appreciating the equipment, which seems to her like a pretty fancy stick for all her knowledge of that equipment. "Don't have much practice with a staff," she admits, a bit wary, but learning how to bludgeon things is always a helpful skill. Given how dull her talents are with hand to hand combat, this is the perfect opportunity to shake off the rust and sharpen her abilities further.
It doesn't take long for Colt to glance around and find something of suitable size, she just hopes the heft will hold and not splinter apart in her hands. She picks it up, giving it a test swing or two, before squaring up against Melita with a crooked smile. "Don't hold back, but appreciate any advice if it's all the same." She's not usually one to just hand out a free beating, not when she's the target, but she doesn't mind admitting to her faults if she can learn from them, at least in this scenario. Other ones she might keep tight lipped and bark out some blame or something cruel, but that's usually when she doesn't expect to be wrong or sat on her ass.
Holding her mighty stick with both hands like a bat, Colt exhales before stepping forward and swinging towards Mel's left shoulder.
1/4 Colt finds a stick and attacks Mel's left shoulder
The staff Mel holds up has Colt appreciating the equipment, which seems to her like a pretty fancy stick for all her knowledge of that equipment. "Don't have much practice with a staff," she admits, a bit wary, but learning how to bludgeon things is always a helpful skill. Given how dull her talents are with hand to hand combat, this is the perfect opportunity to shake off the rust and sharpen her abilities further.
It doesn't take long for Colt to glance around and find something of suitable size, she just hopes the heft will hold and not splinter apart in her hands. She picks it up, giving it a test swing or two, before squaring up against Melita with a crooked smile. "Don't hold back, but appreciate any advice if it's all the same." She's not usually one to just hand out a free beating, not when she's the target, but she doesn't mind admitting to her faults if she can learn from them, at least in this scenario. Other ones she might keep tight lipped and bark out some blame or something cruel, but that's usually when she doesn't expect to be wrong or sat on her ass.
Holding her mighty stick with both hands like a bat, Colt exhales before stepping forward and swinging towards Mel's left shoulder.
1/4 Colt finds a stick and attacks Mel's left shoulder
They'll never stay home
And they're always alone
And they're always alone
Received a Gilded Market wig from Remi that resembles her usual hair and is enchanted to stay on better than most wigs | has a reverse centaur tattoo on her left hand with the legs going down her pointer and middle fingers that looks like this.
