Sah
"Fair." Who was he to judge given his track record? The Abandoned follows his own rules as well.
The second that the arm is removed from his throat, Sah moves. Reaching up, he throws his weight forward and reverses their pin once more. His outreached hand catches the back of Maeve's head so that she doesn't slam it into the ground in the process. It's a spar after all, he's not looking to give her a concussion.
Smirking down at her, Sah tilts his head. "But of course." He playful bares his teeth at her, "I'd have been a lousy hunter back home if I didn't." By now all of his anger has vanished and the glint in his eyes is pure mirth and enjoyment of simply roughhousing. Given the culture barrier, the Outlander has yet to pick up on Maeve's shifting mood.
The second that the arm is removed from his throat, Sah moves. Reaching up, he throws his weight forward and reverses their pin once more. His outreached hand catches the back of Maeve's head so that she doesn't slam it into the ground in the process. It's a spar after all, he's not looking to give her a concussion.
Smirking down at her, Sah tilts his head. "But of course." He playful bares his teeth at her, "I'd have been a lousy hunter back home if I didn't." By now all of his anger has vanished and the glint in his eyes is pure mirth and enjoyment of simply roughhousing. Given the culture barrier, the Outlander has yet to pick up on Maeve's shifting mood.
My soul is in the sky
-William Shakespeare
-William Shakespeare
