COLT
Cowboys ain't easy to love
And they're harder to hold
And they're harder to hold
A rough grin slips into place at the agreement of improvement, not that the bar had been set very high. Still, better to leap over the bar than catch a toe and go faceplanting.
Her own assault is swept away like it's an afterthought, wood grinding along wood and ricocheting up her arm into the clench of her teeth. It's an effort to hold her stick sturdy against the movement and the defense, her momentum threatening her grip as the forces all collide. She exhales through it, sucking in a breath as they finally disengage, her hands shifting along the length of her weapon, resettling it firmer in her hands.
Good thing too, as Mel's staff doesn't retreat much, arcing around instead. Colt pivots, jerking her stick up to catch it, bracing against the length of her extended arm. Unfortunately her found 'staff' splinters under one too many blows, and after barely holding off the bite of the staff, splinters in a shower under Mel's might. Her attack snaps smartly against Colt's left shoulder, earning another wince as Colt side steps and grabs at it with her now empty hand.
"Well," she mutters, "looks like we're done." A short, tired laugh slips free as she kicks at her weapon's remnants. "Well, thanks for the lesson, don't think I'll forget it soon."
[FIN]
Her own assault is swept away like it's an afterthought, wood grinding along wood and ricocheting up her arm into the clench of her teeth. It's an effort to hold her stick sturdy against the movement and the defense, her momentum threatening her grip as the forces all collide. She exhales through it, sucking in a breath as they finally disengage, her hands shifting along the length of her weapon, resettling it firmer in her hands.
Good thing too, as Mel's staff doesn't retreat much, arcing around instead. Colt pivots, jerking her stick up to catch it, bracing against the length of her extended arm. Unfortunately her found 'staff' splinters under one too many blows, and after barely holding off the bite of the staff, splinters in a shower under Mel's might. Her attack snaps smartly against Colt's left shoulder, earning another wince as Colt side steps and grabs at it with her now empty hand.
"Well," she mutters, "looks like we're done." A short, tired laugh slips free as she kicks at her weapon's remnants. "Well, thanks for the lesson, don't think I'll forget it soon."
[FIN]
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.
