AISHA
my lovely prey, i'm a cliche
Perhaps she was still disoriented from the birds, but Aisha misplaced a step and her boot caught against the leg of a chair. She tumbled to the ground before him, a tangle of arms and legs, and the least graceful she'd looked and felt in ages. Only Oliver would see her at her worst. He was on her before she could straighten out, but the surge of adrenaline and determination from her embarassing fumble urged her to roll over before he could pin her, out of the way of his attack.
From there she'd kick out at his legs, hoping to have him crash to the ground as well, then dive for his flag.
Oliver rolled a 4 lOL
From there she'd kick out at his legs, hoping to have him crash to the ground as well, then dive for his flag.
Oliver rolled a 4 lOL
for us, the bourgeoisie, so care free
