Thalassa
Too intoxicated to be scared
Just as Danta's fist had struck air, hers fails to land, only the brush of fabric and a warm breeze meeting her knuckles. The moment she registers that she's missed, her arm is already pulling back, scanning his movements for when her next opportunity might appear. His stumbling overcorrection is enticing, but she feels slow, distracted despite how she focuses intently on the spar.
By the time she makes the decision to capitalize on his mistake, Danta is already moving towards her, crouched low and aggressive like he plans to take her down. Very much not wanting to wrestle with him, Thal plans to dart again before his head is connecting with her chest, forcing a small release of air from her lips. She grits her teeth and lifts a knee, hoping for it to connect with something that will make him release her.
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By the time she makes the decision to capitalize on his mistake, Danta is already moving towards her, crouched low and aggressive like he plans to take her down. Very much not wanting to wrestle with him, Thal plans to dart again before his head is connecting with her chest, forcing a small release of air from her lips. She grits her teeth and lifts a knee, hoping for it to connect with something that will make him release her.
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