Thalassa
In the back of my mind, I'm still overseas
The frustrated comments were more compliment than offense, amusement flickering through her eyes as Thal watched the woman fall and get back up again. She admired the determination, the fire that she often felt. It was like fighting a reflection of her younger self, the movements all instinct and no caution, thinking she could be untouched by the world until it punched her in the gut.
Her eyes caught the movement around them, aware that a few sailors were lingering from their work to watch. She flashed them a seething look just as the woman was fainting to use her tail to trip Thal. It was absurd enough to certainly take her by surprise, but she doubted the force would be do more than sting against her leg - and she didn't like the idea of having a welt later.
She smiled at the rhetorical question, her fangs peeking through the expression of sharp delight. "No. That's just stupid. You leave yourself vulnerable." Snapping her hand out, she grabbed the appendage before it could hit, not harsh but firm, a dangerous glint entering her eyes as she gave the tiniest of tugs, just enough to hint at the pain she could render from her new vantage point - and the mistake that had been made. She cocked her head, all predator and ruthless experience. "And vulnerable gets you killed." Then she slid her foot out again, planning to take the woman's feet out from under her one last time.
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Her eyes caught the movement around them, aware that a few sailors were lingering from their work to watch. She flashed them a seething look just as the woman was fainting to use her tail to trip Thal. It was absurd enough to certainly take her by surprise, but she doubted the force would be do more than sting against her leg - and she didn't like the idea of having a welt later.
She smiled at the rhetorical question, her fangs peeking through the expression of sharp delight. "No. That's just stupid. You leave yourself vulnerable." Snapping her hand out, she grabbed the appendage before it could hit, not harsh but firm, a dangerous glint entering her eyes as she gave the tiniest of tugs, just enough to hint at the pain she could render from her new vantage point - and the mistake that had been made. She cocked her head, all predator and ruthless experience. "And vulnerable gets you killed." Then she slid her foot out again, planning to take the woman's feet out from under her one last time.
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