Thalassa
In the back of my mind, I'm still overseas
The best way to tell someone what they were doing wrong was to show them, but the woman didn't seem to get that lesson yet. She stood - having taken the fall better than Thal expected - but the point hadn't quite sunk in. Her stance was still off-balance, her body wide-open for anyone to strike. The only positive was the gleam in her dark eyes, that hunger for thrill and violence that she knew reflected in the storm of her own eyes whenever she fought. Maybe there was hope for her yet.
"You should focus more on yourself first." Because, before the poorly executed kick could bruise her shins, Thal was darting behind the woman. A flicker of shadows swallowed her, and when she reappeared, she was sliding a foot between the horrid stance to force it apart, shoving forward gently just to watch her topple again.
The words were sharp, commanding, but not quite cruel. "Feet close. Back upright. Eyes open." Not that it mattered when Thal was blinking out of existence again, her arms crossed when she popped in front to give the woman a smug smirk, watching to see if the orders would be followed.
2/4
"You should focus more on yourself first." Because, before the poorly executed kick could bruise her shins, Thal was darting behind the woman. A flicker of shadows swallowed her, and when she reappeared, she was sliding a foot between the horrid stance to force it apart, shoving forward gently just to watch her topple again.
The words were sharp, commanding, but not quite cruel. "Feet close. Back upright. Eyes open." Not that it mattered when Thal was blinking out of existence again, her arms crossed when she popped in front to give the woman a smug smirk, watching to see if the orders would be followed.
2/4
