[Training] maybe we'll get forty years together

WESSEX

the wraith

she tied you to her kitchen chair
she broke your throne and she cut your hair

Going from flat on the ground to standing up again takes long enough that Amun’s lightning burst does hit the tips of her toes. She can’t feel it, of course, but there’s a bit of an electrical zap that flies up through her legs. “Ahhhh.” Wessex yelps, more in surprise than anything else, as she reflexively jerks her feet back. She doesn’t have anything new left in her arsenal, though Amun might feel the effects of that zap echoed back at him.

So she falls back to relying on physical prowess and because the distance between them is probably more than her body length, the Wraith jumps forward and tucks into a little forward roll meant to carry her right to Amun - if he doesn’t move - and she’ll try to come out of it and tackle him to the ground. Maybe.

and from your lips she drew
the hallelujah