Thalassa
Standing there, killing time,
Can't commit to anything but a crime
Can't commit to anything but a crime
Thal knows better than most how much words can hurt, but she keeps her mouth shut, focusing on the fight. Her dagger slashes air, pushing Colt back. It might not have landed, but the offense has, Thal's grin spreading at the playful admonishment. "Then don't make them such easy targets." The sparkle in her eyes says she doesn't regret it one bit. Pirates don't fight fair. They capitalize on any weaknesses - including a shift in stance.
Trying to use the slight kilting of Colt's balance from the table she's dodging, Thal suddenly vanishes from the path of the incoming pencil, darting forward at a crouch. She's propped in a lunge when she reappears next to the woman, leg swinging out in an attempt to take her feet out from under her.
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Trying to use the slight kilting of Colt's balance from the table she's dodging, Thal suddenly vanishes from the path of the incoming pencil, darting forward at a crouch. She's propped in a lunge when she reappears next to the woman, leg swinging out in an attempt to take her feet out from under her.
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