COLT
Cowboys ain't easy to love
And they're harder to hold
And they're harder to hold
The vibration of the two poles striking each other sends a vibration running along her hands and into her arm. It's not the most pleasant feeling, but better than the swell of an impending bruise, of which she's certain to attain today. All the while she considers Melita's words about balance, suddenly mindful of her feet and how easy it feels to let the movement of the swing carry her away with it. She flicks a glance towards Melita's foot placement, sweeping one leg a bit further back to try and replicate it. She definitely knows how important balance can be, and how it's saved her a time or two in the saddle. The skill doesn't quite translate so clearly to this though.
As Melita's swing drives for her legs, Colt's immediate thought is to jump, like this is a game of skipping rope and not the sweep of a staff that could throttle her onto her ass and bang up her shins all at once. Instead she bites into her concentration and hops back, regretting it immediately as that precious balance and the anchor of her body weight are sacrificed to the momentum of the leap. At the same time she yanks her stick down, not quite able to angle it to block the strike, but instead trying to hit it back, motion coming from a different direction to disrupt her arc and power.
Again the connection vibrates up her arm, and as her feet hit back to the ground she exhales heavily, staggering back a step or two before fully regaining her footing. She briefly shakes her head, like she can chase off the lack of familiarity with this dance. She steps forward towards Mel sharply, thrusting the end of her stick out towards Mel's gut with a jab.
2/4 dodges by moving back and striking down with her stick, but almost eats shit. Jabs with the end of her stick to Mel's gut.
As Melita's swing drives for her legs, Colt's immediate thought is to jump, like this is a game of skipping rope and not the sweep of a staff that could throttle her onto her ass and bang up her shins all at once. Instead she bites into her concentration and hops back, regretting it immediately as that precious balance and the anchor of her body weight are sacrificed to the momentum of the leap. At the same time she yanks her stick down, not quite able to angle it to block the strike, but instead trying to hit it back, motion coming from a different direction to disrupt her arc and power.
Again the connection vibrates up her arm, and as her feet hit back to the ground she exhales heavily, staggering back a step or two before fully regaining her footing. She briefly shakes her head, like she can chase off the lack of familiarity with this dance. She steps forward towards Mel sharply, thrusting the end of her stick out towards Mel's gut with a jab.
2/4 dodges by moving back and striking down with her stick, but almost eats shit. Jabs with the end of her stick to Mel's gut.
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.
