Thalassa
Standing there, killing time,
Can't commit to anything but a crime
Can't commit to anything but a crime
There's blood along her blade, droplets splattering to the floor as she spins, but they're small and insignificant, just enough to warn Colt of who she's messing with. Keeping in mind that the fountain is right down the street, Thal doesn't stop to worry or consider the injury. They'd already agreed not to hold back, and she isn't about to start pulling her punches for someone she barely knows.
Spinning out of her attack, she takes to her feet in a low crouch behind Colt just as the knife comes flying at her. It's not a great throw, haphazard and panicked, but it forces her to delay her next attack as her light feet dance away from the projectile. In fact, it gives her a chance to see the woman brandish her sharp and impressive and dangerous - pencil.
The serious and dangerous pinch of her features brightens for a moment in disbelieving laughter that she doesn't manage to smother. "You going to write me to death?" Her genuine amusement is a rarity, pushing away the shadows in her eyes for something light and unburdened. It's a glimpse at something beneath, someone younger and carefree that doesn't leave completely when she's slipping back into the rhythm of battle. Thal grins and shakes her head, then lunges forward again, slicing her dagger towards Colt's chest and daring her to try blocking it with her pencil.
3/4
Spinning out of her attack, she takes to her feet in a low crouch behind Colt just as the knife comes flying at her. It's not a great throw, haphazard and panicked, but it forces her to delay her next attack as her light feet dance away from the projectile. In fact, it gives her a chance to see the woman brandish her sharp and impressive and dangerous - pencil.
The serious and dangerous pinch of her features brightens for a moment in disbelieving laughter that she doesn't manage to smother. "You going to write me to death?" Her genuine amusement is a rarity, pushing away the shadows in her eyes for something light and unburdened. It's a glimpse at something beneath, someone younger and carefree that doesn't leave completely when she's slipping back into the rhythm of battle. Thal grins and shakes her head, then lunges forward again, slicing her dagger towards Colt's chest and daring her to try blocking it with her pencil.
3/4
