Kaisel
One foot in the ground
One foot in the grave
One foot in the grave
She doesn't elaborate, like having demi-god magic that makes you punch yourself, and choosing to use it, is well known and common. "I expected a duck!" he admits with a tilted smile, still not entirely sure what to make of it all, though the thoughts fade into the muscle memory of attack!
She's quicker than him, stronger too, and she knows her way around the maneuvering he can tell immediately. She dodges, adding the flourish of a tease that he scoffs at, but he doesn't have the time to manage more than a playful bluster before the arm blocking his face has to sweep down to deflect her punch, while his other curls back to his head from the space where it'd missed her. All the flurry of attacks however, entangles the kites, and the strong drive of his arm sends his into a nose dive to the side where it snags on the string of hers. The forces tugging it two ways ends up splitting the fabric, and now without a full sail, the kite deflates from the sky. "Damn," Kaisel muttered as he reached to pick it up, a sudden mischievous gleam entering his gaze as he flicks it to the edge, catching the outline of Mel. He snaps the cords off his arm and waist and spins towards her from his crouch.
He tosses the kite remnants at her like a misshapen spear, laughing as he darts away, running towards the pile of kites and hastily fishing one out from under the jacket. He doesn't have time to tie it, so he holds onto the cords and the handles their tied to, like a marionette being controlled by the wind. He lets the breeze catch it, then yanks his new kite down and towards her like a bird's aerial divebomb, stance sweeping back into place as he readies to dodge from her counter while trying to keep his new purple kite aloft and alive.
2/4 blocks her punch, loses his kite. Throws its corpse at her and grabs a new one which he angles to dive at her.
She's quicker than him, stronger too, and she knows her way around the maneuvering he can tell immediately. She dodges, adding the flourish of a tease that he scoffs at, but he doesn't have the time to manage more than a playful bluster before the arm blocking his face has to sweep down to deflect her punch, while his other curls back to his head from the space where it'd missed her. All the flurry of attacks however, entangles the kites, and the strong drive of his arm sends his into a nose dive to the side where it snags on the string of hers. The forces tugging it two ways ends up splitting the fabric, and now without a full sail, the kite deflates from the sky. "Damn," Kaisel muttered as he reached to pick it up, a sudden mischievous gleam entering his gaze as he flicks it to the edge, catching the outline of Mel. He snaps the cords off his arm and waist and spins towards her from his crouch.
He tosses the kite remnants at her like a misshapen spear, laughing as he darts away, running towards the pile of kites and hastily fishing one out from under the jacket. He doesn't have time to tie it, so he holds onto the cords and the handles their tied to, like a marionette being controlled by the wind. He lets the breeze catch it, then yanks his new kite down and towards her like a bird's aerial divebomb, stance sweeping back into place as he readies to dodge from her counter while trying to keep his new purple kite aloft and alive.
2/4 blocks her punch, loses his kite. Throws its corpse at her and grabs a new one which he angles to dive at her.
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
