KIADA
your battleworn tongue doesn't say the truth anymore
that you are ruined
Kiada isn’t naïve enough to think that Melita would deny the chance to draw blood – in fact, Kiada welcomes it. It’s been so long since she’s trained, and if there’s one person in this world that wants to see her pay for her past mistakes, the fiery girl before her is the one. She hears the hiss from the Gourd companion, and she disregards it. She deserves it, after all. The Harpy believes she deserves whatever is coming for her, whether it be weapons or firsts, as Melita suggests. Kiada approaches quietly on soft feet, her blade drifting from her hand to clatter along the stone floor, and she removes her outer jacket for more movement before she responds to the other girl.
“Start with weapons, work to disarm, then fists?” She suggests, discarding the jacket and turning her icy gaze toward Melita with a small half smile before stepping toward the statues and finding a lone piece of wood that’s reminiscent to the staff in Melita’s hands. She’d rather not bring a blade to the staff, though it would make for a good training session. She’d rather Melita draw the blood in this round, chances are it would make the both of them feel better.
When she’s grabbed the small makeshift staff, she returns toward the circle of Melita, rolling the piece of wood around in her hands to loosen her wrists before taking up a stance. “Do your worst, Melita.” She says, smile fading away as she accepts the beating that’s certain to come her way. She doesn’t know how to fight anyone with a rage like this, it’s been a long time since she’d sparred anyone, and so the unpredictability will be a great lesson. Kiada doesn't expect to leave without blood staining her pale skin.
“Start with weapons, work to disarm, then fists?” She suggests, discarding the jacket and turning her icy gaze toward Melita with a small half smile before stepping toward the statues and finding a lone piece of wood that’s reminiscent to the staff in Melita’s hands. She’d rather not bring a blade to the staff, though it would make for a good training session. She’d rather Melita draw the blood in this round, chances are it would make the both of them feel better.
When she’s grabbed the small makeshift staff, she returns toward the circle of Melita, rolling the piece of wood around in her hands to loosen her wrists before taking up a stance. “Do your worst, Melita.” She says, smile fading away as she accepts the beating that’s certain to come her way. She doesn’t know how to fight anyone with a rage like this, it’s been a long time since she’d sparred anyone, and so the unpredictability will be a great lesson. Kiada doesn't expect to leave without blood staining her pale skin.
and you wonder why he lets you
the butcher
touch him,
the sun
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
