Thalassa
Hit me hard and soft
Unsurprisingly, her dagger sinks into the bark behind Aithne. She doesn't even blink, watching the woman leap out of the path with a sharp look of boredom that barely changes when the fyrhund appears. An unimpressed laugh leaves her. "You call this a harder target?"
A flash of lightning and she's gone, darting out of the path of the fyrhund into a casual step off to the side. Another dagger is already in hand, the obsidian blade sucking in the light. With a flick of her wrist, it's flying at Aithne's side, the hum of magic clear in the red lines of the dagger. She doesn't aim for the heart, but it won't just be a glancing blow this time.
2/4
A flash of lightning and she's gone, darting out of the path of the fyrhund into a casual step off to the side. Another dagger is already in hand, the obsidian blade sucking in the light. With a flick of her wrist, it's flying at Aithne's side, the hum of magic clear in the red lines of the dagger. She doesn't aim for the heart, but it won't just be a glancing blow this time.
2/4
