Luciana
cause it makes me that much stronger
makes me work a little bit harder
makes me work a little bit harder
When she saw the stranger shedding his cloak, Luciana did the same. Her clothes were thick and padded, entirely serviceable and the opposite of fashionable. perfect for the weather and for sparring. Holding the mace in a two-handed grip, she narrowed her eyes as she saw the opponent's spear.
He nodded, and she struck. Lunging forward, she swung her mace with just her right hand, snapping it out towards him. However, her goal was not anywhere on his body. Instead, she aimed for the haft of the spear itself. She was hoping to snap it in half, or break it a little bit, leaving him at a disadvantage right away.
He nodded, and she struck. Lunging forward, she swung her mace with just her right hand, snapping it out towards him. However, her goal was not anywhere on his body. Instead, she aimed for the haft of the spear itself. She was hoping to snap it in half, or break it a little bit, leaving him at a disadvantage right away.
it makes me that much wiser
so thanks for making me a fighter
so thanks for making me a fighter
