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
Magic always does her in, barely ready for the physical challenges much less the meta ones. She only has time to blink and then Thalassa reappears beside her, quick and mean as a viper that you never even saw before it bites. A garbled swear chokes out of Colt as she tries to stagger back, half out of survival, half out of startle. Thal's got her though, and the leg sweep is clean as it cuts through Colt's balance.
Her one arm windmills, the other scrabbles along the pool table, grabbing one of the sticks. She falls flat on her back, fall only slightly helped by her elbow hooking the table edge for a moment, but it's still enough to knock the air from her. She struggles to gasp for it back, but she'd be damned if she'd go out without swinging. It's a frantic, last-ditch effort of a maneuver as she swings the pool cue around to beam Thalassa across the side of her shoulder. Just the effort of swinging it is enough to steal the last of the fight out of her, Colt dropping it with a thud, followed by the soft sound of it rolling while she continues to impersonate a fish on the ground.
She's hit the dirt plenty of times in her lift, an several have been rather abrupt, a horse underneath her one moment and the next seeming to have teleported with all the skill off an Ancient. Doesn't make it any easier in the moment, and a low groan says as much as she starts to roll onto her side. "You gotta teach me that move," she wheezes, in clear surrender of this brawl. Gods, she wants nothing more than that shot of tequila she left on the bar now.
4/4 Colt gets knocked over by Thal and tries to swing a pool cue at her shoulder.
Her one arm windmills, the other scrabbles along the pool table, grabbing one of the sticks. She falls flat on her back, fall only slightly helped by her elbow hooking the table edge for a moment, but it's still enough to knock the air from her. She struggles to gasp for it back, but she'd be damned if she'd go out without swinging. It's a frantic, last-ditch effort of a maneuver as she swings the pool cue around to beam Thalassa across the side of her shoulder. Just the effort of swinging it is enough to steal the last of the fight out of her, Colt dropping it with a thud, followed by the soft sound of it rolling while she continues to impersonate a fish on the ground.
She's hit the dirt plenty of times in her lift, an several have been rather abrupt, a horse underneath her one moment and the next seeming to have teleported with all the skill off an Ancient. Doesn't make it any easier in the moment, and a low groan says as much as she starts to roll onto her side. "You gotta teach me that move," she wheezes, in clear surrender of this brawl. Gods, she wants nothing more than that shot of tequila she left on the bar now.
4/4 Colt gets knocked over by Thal and tries to swing a pool cue at her shoulder.
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.
