Thalassa
Too intoxicated to be scared
The compliment earns a ghost of a smile, getting the sense that he can't be joking and angry at her simultaneously. But she doesn't have long to think about it before he's suddenly in front of her again, fist punching forward without hesitation. Distracted by her own lingering worries - and maybe still feeling a little guilty for her previous strike - Thal is a moment too slow when she darts out of the way, reappearing behind him to make a counterstrike harder.
Her vision blurs as she gasps around a fist that isn't there anymore, hunching low like she's mirroring his posture from just seconds before. She didn't get the full force of the strike, but it's enough to hurt. "Shit." It's more air than sound, falling from her lips as she clutches her abdomen and the muscles that tighten too late to protect her. Although in no position to attack again, Thal swings an elbow behind her, too stubborn to give in even when they're both looking like elders who lost their canes.
4/4
Her vision blurs as she gasps around a fist that isn't there anymore, hunching low like she's mirroring his posture from just seconds before. She didn't get the full force of the strike, but it's enough to hurt. "Shit." It's more air than sound, falling from her lips as she clutches her abdomen and the muscles that tighten too late to protect her. Although in no position to attack again, Thal swings an elbow behind her, too stubborn to give in even when they're both looking like elders who lost their canes.
4/4
