eyes can't shine unless there's something burning bright behind
"No, no demigods here," she confirms, shaking her head with an amused air.
As for his question, she raises a brow and places her hands on her hips, squaring to face him in the sandy ring. She may not be the most muscular character in Caido - or even just in Torchline - okay, but she looks... tough, you could say. Looks the part of someone who would frequent a place like this. Instead of answering, she'll let him figure it out.
She eyes his stance, wondering where in the hell he learned it from. He looks like a monkey ready to unsheathe its claws at her, only she's not sure he has either of those characteristics. But she also doesn't know he doesn't, so she takes the hint. The guy might have some weird freaky shit up his sleeve she doesn't know about. She's not judging. Not a lot, anyway.
But a good old-fashioned fight is what she's here for and she'll make that very clear. "Allow me to go first," she states, happy to. Her shoulders roll forward and her hands shift into tight fists. She makes the first move with little care for whether it hits or not, only that it's made, and so her fist swings widely for his chest. The other arm is kept ready to defend her face, at least, but she's not ready for close quarters combat yet.
"Aurelia." She makes a point to quickly draw back and recreate the distance. He'll have to work for his own hit, too. "And you?"
As for his question, she raises a brow and places her hands on her hips, squaring to face him in the sandy ring. She may not be the most muscular character in Caido - or even just in Torchline - okay, but she looks... tough, you could say. Looks the part of someone who would frequent a place like this. Instead of answering, she'll let him figure it out.
She eyes his stance, wondering where in the hell he learned it from. He looks like a monkey ready to unsheathe its claws at her, only she's not sure he has either of those characteristics. But she also doesn't know he doesn't, so she takes the hint. The guy might have some weird freaky shit up his sleeve she doesn't know about. She's not judging. Not a lot, anyway.
But a good old-fashioned fight is what she's here for and she'll make that very clear. "Allow me to go first," she states, happy to. Her shoulders roll forward and her hands shift into tight fists. She makes the first move with little care for whether it hits or not, only that it's made, and so her fist swings widely for his chest. The other arm is kept ready to defend her face, at least, but she's not ready for close quarters combat yet.
"Aurelia." She makes a point to quickly draw back and recreate the distance. He'll have to work for his own hit, too. "And you?"
Aurelia
