A joy hard-learned in winter was the warming of the bed
You'd shake for minutes there and move your legs
You'd shake for minutes there and move your legs
Tugging his shirt away from his torso, Koa peers down at the soft grey fabric. "It's been a bit one-and-done so far," he admits, lips quirking. "But I'm hoping Ludo will change that, once I finish my quest." A quest he's been somewhat neglecting, but busy times and all that jazz.
He takes a few steps back from Deimos, shaking out his shoulders and rolling his neck. "Yeah, most items I've seen only seem to work against a specific brand of magic, not the whole spectrum." He pulls his arms across his chest, getting his muscles loose and limber in preparation for the spar. Though a laugh breaks free at the suggestion of evasion, Koa chuckling ruefully and running fingers through his hair. "One of the first rules of being a soldier - know when to stand and fight, and when to cut and run. You're no good to anyone dead, right?" It's a lesson his mother had drilled into him: better to be a coward and live to tomorrow than be a hero and die today.
Not, of course, that it had stopped her from running out and getting herself killed.
But that's a bad thought, and ain't nobody got time for that. Shove it down, lock the lid, throw away the key. Raising his arms and dropping his weight, Koa assumes a ready stance. "Okay. Let's see how this dodging thing works out, shall we?" he laughs, jerking his chin in the universal signal of come at me, bro.
He takes a few steps back from Deimos, shaking out his shoulders and rolling his neck. "Yeah, most items I've seen only seem to work against a specific brand of magic, not the whole spectrum." He pulls his arms across his chest, getting his muscles loose and limber in preparation for the spar. Though a laugh breaks free at the suggestion of evasion, Koa chuckling ruefully and running fingers through his hair. "One of the first rules of being a soldier - know when to stand and fight, and when to cut and run. You're no good to anyone dead, right?" It's a lesson his mother had drilled into him: better to be a coward and live to tomorrow than be a hero and die today.
Not, of course, that it had stopped her from running out and getting herself killed.
But that's a bad thought, and ain't nobody got time for that. Shove it down, lock the lid, throw away the key. Raising his arms and dropping his weight, Koa assumes a ready stance. "Okay. Let's see how this dodging thing works out, shall we?" he laughs, jerking his chin in the universal signal of come at me, bro.
Koa Carpenter
Wrap the blanket over you and keep your head within
Let your breath heat the air until you'd feel it getting thin
Let your breath heat the air until you'd feel it getting thin
