Thalassa
Standing there, killing time,
Can't commit to anything but a crime
Can't commit to anything but a crime
Her leg connects with muscle, forcing Colt down towards the floor. It's not a quick fall. There are flailing limbs and groans and a few chuckles from the crowd when the pool stick smacks softly against Thal's shoulder. The contact is hard enough to hurt - and maybe bruise - but she'll take that any day over the wounded ego Colt must have. Losing is bad enough, but to end sprawled on the floor after pulling a pencil from her quiver? That's pretty bad.
At least it's entertainment, and the men all seem content with the show, money and chuckles exchanging as they begin to plan out the next round, some even betting they can take Thal. She tries not to laugh too loud at that, choosing to keep her cards close to her chest as she takes to her feet. Looking down at the woman, she subtly shrugs her shoulder of the ache beginning to form, doubtful that Colt is willing to take the step to actually learn how it is Thal can do what she can. Still, she raises an amused eyebrow as she says, "Unless you want to take up the mantle for Dygra, I think you'll have to stick with the mundane dodging." Her hand reaches forward, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips in an almost friendly offer. "But I'll happily spar with you again."
At least it's entertainment, and the men all seem content with the show, money and chuckles exchanging as they begin to plan out the next round, some even betting they can take Thal. She tries not to laugh too loud at that, choosing to keep her cards close to her chest as she takes to her feet. Looking down at the woman, she subtly shrugs her shoulder of the ache beginning to form, doubtful that Colt is willing to take the step to actually learn how it is Thal can do what she can. Still, she raises an amused eyebrow as she says, "Unless you want to take up the mantle for Dygra, I think you'll have to stick with the mundane dodging." Her hand reaches forward, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips in an almost friendly offer. "But I'll happily spar with you again."
