Thalassa
Standing there, killing time,
Can't commit to anything but a crime
Can't commit to anything but a crime
Despite the alcohol warming her system, Thal moves with a surprising amount of control, precise and calculated in how she shifts her weight and guides her body through the attack. Still, she's not surprised when Colt pushes her blade down, gliding into the adjustment like it was part of her plan the entire time. She slips under the incoming knife, trying to use her speed to get within the rancher's defenses.
It would be a thousand times easier to use the 'tricks up her sleeve' and dart around the ring, but where's the fun in that? She's just getting warmed up.
Thal lets her knees hit the wood, spinning in a deadly whirlwind of dark hair and glinting edges. Her arm cuts through the air in an attempt to slice her dagger across a thigh or outer leg before she's already shifting back out of range with an impressive display of maneuverability, trying to get behind Colt to make it harder for a counterattack.
2/4
It would be a thousand times easier to use the 'tricks up her sleeve' and dart around the ring, but where's the fun in that? She's just getting warmed up.
Thal lets her knees hit the wood, spinning in a deadly whirlwind of dark hair and glinting edges. Her arm cuts through the air in an attempt to slice her dagger across a thigh or outer leg before she's already shifting back out of range with an impressive display of maneuverability, trying to get behind Colt to make it harder for a counterattack.
2/4
