Kaisel
One foot in the ground
One foot in the grave
One foot in the grave
After helping to secure her kite, Kaisel steps back from her swiftly, falling into his fighter's stance. One leg behind the either, legs bent, fists curled by his face, jostling the kite above him slightly. He's grinning, always happy to get in some practice, and he's especially looking forward to seeing what Mel can dish out, all on top of getting to test out his kites. So when he catches her tension building, the tell of an oncoming attack, he braces with the preparation to dip away and retaliate.
Instead, she fucking punches herself.
Kaisel is stunned, to say the least, because in all the fights and spars he's ever been in, that has never happened. Oh, sure, Koa has asked him why he's hitting himself before while in full control of his arm, but no one's got ahold of Mel's fist but herself, and well, the kite. Kaisel bursts out laughing, not even able to act concerned, though the shock of it is quite plain in the high pitch of his humor. "Uh, the fuck is chaos magic?" he asks on a subsiding chuckle. "You good?" he can finally ask, though she seems relatively unphased, so he sinks back into the fighting stance his fit shook him out of.
With an upward glance to watch his kite, which will prove an ongoing distraction in a fight, Kaisel rushes her with a telegraphed jab, hoping to make her dodge into the uppercut his other fist throws out. Above him, his kite whips forward with his motion, arching towards hers with the jab, the nose like a bird's beak.
1/4
Obvious jab and sneaky uppercut
Instead, she fucking punches herself.
Kaisel is stunned, to say the least, because in all the fights and spars he's ever been in, that has never happened. Oh, sure, Koa has asked him why he's hitting himself before while in full control of his arm, but no one's got ahold of Mel's fist but herself, and well, the kite. Kaisel bursts out laughing, not even able to act concerned, though the shock of it is quite plain in the high pitch of his humor. "Uh, the fuck is chaos magic?" he asks on a subsiding chuckle. "You good?" he can finally ask, though she seems relatively unphased, so he sinks back into the fighting stance his fit shook him out of.
With an upward glance to watch his kite, which will prove an ongoing distraction in a fight, Kaisel rushes her with a telegraphed jab, hoping to make her dodge into the uppercut his other fist throws out. Above him, his kite whips forward with his motion, arching towards hers with the jab, the nose like a bird's beak.
1/4
Obvious jab and sneaky uppercut
It's not the devil at your door
It's just your shadow on the floor
It's just your shadow on the floor
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
