The downside to the pot lids is they also left her ears ringing, disadvantaging the both of them in one set of metal colliding with metal. So probably for the best he didn't much bother with trying to answer, because she'd have been fool enough to lean in and try and hear him better, wanting the answer to that spark of an idea.
Even though he doesn't try to respond, she's tilting in anyway, expectant. It makes the return of her punch too slow and Thorn grabs hold of it, hoisting her off the balance of her toes like she's nothing more than a fish he just got on his line. He reels her in towards him, surprise lifting her features, weight trying to sink back but to no avail when his motion's got the momentum in his favor. It happens fast, the way he just maneuvers her into place, the line of her arm like a traitor he uses to pivot the rest of her.
It leaves her completely flabbergasted when she's pinned to the counter, breathless with the disbelief of how quickly he disarmed her and took control of the situation. His what? draws out a real laugh, head sagging down faintly as her shoulders tremble with it. "I didn't know you also moonlighted as security at the house," she teases, purposefully shouting the words this time, like they're no better than a pair of old folks trying to talk across a kitchen table.
The other lid is still in her hand, having planned to chuck it at his head like a frisbee so she could dart in for a hit beneath its distraction. She doesn't have a good view or reach of him like this though, so she settles for weaving her foot behind his, shoving back with her full weight, using the counter as leverage to push off of, and tries to catch his balance on her boot so she can break free.
3/4
Get's pinned with her arm behind her, so puts her leg behind his and shoves back off the counter to unseat his balance (the disadvantage) and break free while he focuses on that
Even though he doesn't try to respond, she's tilting in anyway, expectant. It makes the return of her punch too slow and Thorn grabs hold of it, hoisting her off the balance of her toes like she's nothing more than a fish he just got on his line. He reels her in towards him, surprise lifting her features, weight trying to sink back but to no avail when his motion's got the momentum in his favor. It happens fast, the way he just maneuvers her into place, the line of her arm like a traitor he uses to pivot the rest of her.
It leaves her completely flabbergasted when she's pinned to the counter, breathless with the disbelief of how quickly he disarmed her and took control of the situation. His what? draws out a real laugh, head sagging down faintly as her shoulders tremble with it. "I didn't know you also moonlighted as security at the house," she teases, purposefully shouting the words this time, like they're no better than a pair of old folks trying to talk across a kitchen table.
The other lid is still in her hand, having planned to chuck it at his head like a frisbee so she could dart in for a hit beneath its distraction. She doesn't have a good view or reach of him like this though, so she settles for weaving her foot behind his, shoving back with her full weight, using the counter as leverage to push off of, and tries to catch his balance on her boot so she can break free.
3/4
Get's pinned with her arm behind her, so puts her leg behind his and shoves back off the counter to unseat his balance (the disadvantage) and break free while he focuses on that
Colt
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.
