Theea
know this ain't for the weak
or for hate, it's for soul
or for hate, it's for soul
The dagger skitters—and the little bastard snatches it like it owns the place.
“You little shit!”
It flashes my own blade back at me—insulting. Heat spikes, one part embarrassment and one part outrage; I’m already moving. Boots bite stone as I cut across the nave, the shortsword flipping into an ice-pick grip, point low and hungry. Candlelight slides along steel; the air is wax and wet hide.
“Drop it...” I tell it like a dog with a bone.
I feint left to herd it toward a pew, shoulder tight to keep my line clean, then drive in hard, vertical, aiming to pin the thief to the boards—tip straight for the crown—ready to rip free and follow with a boot if the steel glances.
Theea FINALLY tries to pin the thief ROU through the head. Thanks for being patient with me D:
“You little shit!”
It flashes my own blade back at me—insulting. Heat spikes, one part embarrassment and one part outrage; I’m already moving. Boots bite stone as I cut across the nave, the shortsword flipping into an ice-pick grip, point low and hungry. Candlelight slides along steel; the air is wax and wet hide.
“Drop it...” I tell it like a dog with a bone.
I feint left to herd it toward a pew, shoulder tight to keep my line clean, then drive in hard, vertical, aiming to pin the thief to the boards—tip straight for the crown—ready to rip free and follow with a boot if the steel glances.
Theea FINALLY tries to pin the thief ROU through the head. Thanks for being patient with me D:
tell them to retreat
cause they ain't even close
cause they ain't even close
