running off over next doors
garden before the hour is done
garden before the hour is done
Aisha had nearly made her mark, but the general's sword swung to meet her's just in time. The force with which their blades clashed was unevenly balanced, Aisha had to slacken her wrist to keep her grip strong and still the vibrations sang through her bones. As she pulled her sword back to the front to strike again, she found herself suddenly inches away from a thrust at her chin. She attempted to step back out of his reach but the pommel still clipped her, knocking her teeth together and grazing a bit of skin off.
The cat snarled, backing away further as she recovered, her tongue swiping over her bottom lip. The fist that held her sword was raised, knuckle gently pressing against the abrasion. A glance at it caught red, and a smirk pulled at her lips. She was obviously enjoying herself, bruises and all. A renewed fire forged at her core, the cat rushed forward again aiming at his left but feinting for a jab at his right.
The cat snarled, backing away further as she recovered, her tongue swiping over her bottom lip. The fist that held her sword was raised, knuckle gently pressing against the abrasion. A glance at it caught red, and a smirk pulled at her lips. She was obviously enjoying herself, bruises and all. A renewed fire forged at her core, the cat rushed forward again aiming at his left but feinting for a jab at his right.
it’s more a question of feeling
than it is a question of fun
than it is a question of fun
AISHA
