I'm a force that you will dread, set me on fire, I'm still alive
Oh, she's not just Mel mad, she's mad mad. Kaisel blinks for a moment, mouth still open but stunned into silence because he had not expected to be lectured. He doesn't balk at it, not entirely, after all it's already been made clear to him that what he considered a friendly little boost had much further reaching consequences than he could have ever realized, not the least of which had been his blue balls or Flora's mild spiral (the depths of which he is still clueless to).
"Wha—I asked you to help me with the race, why would you attack Flora!?" He definitely doesn't realize how disorienting being snapped into an entirely new situation, with no prior warning and very little time to take it in and properly react is like. He's positive though, that it does not need to go so poorly as that time had. He's also still certain that her magic is wildly unhelpful.
Trying not to climb up the ladder of possible fuck ups here and definitely not aiming to make this worse, even if he's trying to take some accountability while wondering what the fuck, he considers her idea. Fighting has always helped him and Koa, and there's a lot about Mel that's familiar in that way. "O-okay, but," he holds up two hands in deference. "Don't go all out or I'm toast." He can see her offer for what it is, hey lemme beat your ass so I'm not mad any more. As for him? He plans to let her vent a bit, and won't be hitting back, as it feels like an unnecessary spark here. He could use the practice dodging, apply some of the drills they just went over as a squad.
Warily, he eases back into a fighting stance before her, nodding when he's ready for her to come at him.
"Wha—I asked you to help me with the race, why would you attack Flora!?" He definitely doesn't realize how disorienting being snapped into an entirely new situation, with no prior warning and very little time to take it in and properly react is like. He's positive though, that it does not need to go so poorly as that time had. He's also still certain that her magic is wildly unhelpful.
Trying not to climb up the ladder of possible fuck ups here and definitely not aiming to make this worse, even if he's trying to take some accountability while wondering what the fuck, he considers her idea. Fighting has always helped him and Koa, and there's a lot about Mel that's familiar in that way. "O-okay, but," he holds up two hands in deference. "Don't go all out or I'm toast." He can see her offer for what it is, hey lemme beat your ass so I'm not mad any more. As for him? He plans to let her vent a bit, and won't be hitting back, as it feels like an unnecessary spark here. He could use the practice dodging, apply some of the drills they just went over as a squad.
Warily, he eases back into a fighting stance before her, nodding when he's ready for her to come at him.
Kaisel
Bet you didn't think that I'd come back to life, stronger
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
