your tongue is twisted, your teeth are nails
She took what Amun said and solidified it. Stepped back, the woman regained her balance and composure. Wiping the initial shock away with the informational commentary on part of what it meant to be Ascended, she steadied her mind. If she could not feel pain, how far could she push herself? Steely blue eyes watched as Amun adjusted his own stance, striking out for her once more. She balked, trying to dodge what was coming her way. Being the same height as Amun did not gain her a good amount of a defensive for ducking to avoid his strikes. Instead, she would need to focus on how swift she could be.
Unfortunately for her, Amun's formal training was trumping what she had in her past life. The feign worked, catching the woman off guard. Amun was able to strike her right forearm again. Thinking quickly, Letha pushed up with her right arm before pushing out with her left. Her aim and intention was to push Amun's elbow, her blow an attempt to move his sword away from her, but not strong enough to cause hyper-extension damage.
they drove your voice in your throat
Letha
