Fighting blind is not something that Evie has ever been used to. To be fair, fighting is not something that Evie has really ever been used to before he came into her life. Although she has grown in leaps and bounds ever since he has taken her beneath his wing, fighting blindfolded is still something that she is not quite prepared for. Nonetheless, she fully intends to give this her all. Though her attack is unsuccessful (or so she assumes) there is little time given for spare moments in between. No hesitation, no doubt or room for overthinking. In this way, the academy and the way Zariah conducted their training, has become useful to her in her current life.
Even as her own feet are unseated from the earth she stumbles backwards and automatically lifts a hand as if to orchestrate a symphony. Bidding the Earth to divot and buckle beneath her opponent. Hoping instead of unbalancing him, that perhaps she can force snow into his boots and cause him to stumble once more. Meanwhile, she lets her feet carry her backwards away from the turbulent ground until she can find a stable stance once more.
Even as her own feet are unseated from the earth she stumbles backwards and automatically lifts a hand as if to orchestrate a symphony. Bidding the Earth to divot and buckle beneath her opponent. Hoping instead of unbalancing him, that perhaps she can force snow into his boots and cause him to stumble once more. Meanwhile, she lets her feet carry her backwards away from the turbulent ground until she can find a stable stance once more.
a golden cage, for all it's worth
is still just a cage
is still just a cage
