COLT
Well life's got a lot of sticks and stones
And a blade that'll cut you to the bone
But if you're doing what you love and it kills you
Well, you can live with that all day long
And a blade that'll cut you to the bone
But if you're doing what you love and it kills you
Well, you can live with that all day long
There's the difference - Thal's more than one step ahead, planning for the possibilities of her opponent's reactions while Colt is focusing on just the one she can see. The similarities to her experiences with steers ends the moment Colt's shoved Thalassa's knife hand away, putting her in unfamiliar water with her own returning jab (which fails) and the quick way Thalassa drops and spins on her knees. It leaves Colt grimacing, a red line blooming on her pants where the blade snarled through denim and flesh alike.
A curse hisses out between her teeth, the pain an ignition for anger. She expected nothing less when she agreed to this and had figured she'd lose out to the wily Ancient, but it's one thing to think about losing and bleeding and another entirely to feel it happening. The Colt on the other side of this would be fine, but the one right now, she's hurting and that makes her frustrated.
Twisting on her boot heel Colt slings the dagger in her hand towards Thalassa's side, not much bothering to aim. She's already reaching back into her quiver to pull out something else, but honestly she isn't a ship captain assassin with blades a plenty - that one has mostly murdered baling twine and stuck leather, and she only needs the one for those foes. That's why the incredibly sharp and impressive she manages to gran hold of next, is a pencil. Shit.
2/4
Colt's cut by the dagger and flings hers at Thalassa. Pulls out another 'weapon' from the quiver.
A curse hisses out between her teeth, the pain an ignition for anger. She expected nothing less when she agreed to this and had figured she'd lose out to the wily Ancient, but it's one thing to think about losing and bleeding and another entirely to feel it happening. The Colt on the other side of this would be fine, but the one right now, she's hurting and that makes her frustrated.
Twisting on her boot heel Colt slings the dagger in her hand towards Thalassa's side, not much bothering to aim. She's already reaching back into her quiver to pull out something else, but honestly she isn't a ship captain assassin with blades a plenty - that one has mostly murdered baling twine and stuck leather, and she only needs the one for those foes. That's why the incredibly sharp and impressive she manages to gran hold of next, is a pencil. Shit.
2/4
Colt's cut by the dagger and flings hers at Thalassa. Pulls out another 'weapon' from the quiver.
So, if you got a fire, don't lose it
If you got a do-or-die dream, do it
If you got somethin' to prove, go on and prove it
If it's in your blood, fallin' down ain't enough
Gettin' back up, that's the only backup plan you need
If you got a do-or-die dream, do it
If you got somethin' to prove, go on and prove it
If it's in your blood, fallin' down ain't enough
Gettin' back up, that's the only backup plan you need
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.
