I've embraced the torch passed to me
owned what I've been called to be
As Nilokai has only a knife at his disposal right now, Wessex refrains from using her teeth to try and attack, though the animal in her now is screaming to go for his windpipe. She has to conquer the beast until she needs it, using everything in her mental arsenal to stay on the defense instead. It isn’t a familiar place for her.
They both go down and as the Ascended slashes for her eyes, Wessex pushes away, giving him the distance he wants. She lands on the cold ground and as ther’s nothing she can use to throw in his eyes or restrict his movement, she bolts towards some of the leftover building materials - sacks of crushed limestone, ladders, a wheelbarrow, and rocks - black fur against the darkness of the night. It won’t do her much good, but perhaps while Nikolai is getting up, she can find a convenient hiding place or set some kind of surprise trap from on high.
They both go down and as the Ascended slashes for her eyes, Wessex pushes away, giving him the distance he wants. She lands on the cold ground and as ther’s nothing she can use to throw in his eyes or restrict his movement, she bolts towards some of the leftover building materials - sacks of crushed limestone, ladders, a wheelbarrow, and rocks - black fur against the darkness of the night. It won’t do her much good, but perhaps while Nikolai is getting up, she can find a convenient hiding place or set some kind of surprise trap from on high.
full tilt,
hello destiny
WESSEX
