MAEA
The young woman looked down on her hands. Empty, until she picked up the knife. Puckered and scarred, the pale semblance of skin damaged from some great heat. Still functioning well enough, but without any of the relative wealth she had once possessed.
"I don't have much," she confessed. "Only myself, and these hands. If that is enough, then you may call on me to help with whatever you might need. Just say the word." A favor for a favor; it was the language of trade in the Hollowed Grounds, and had been all her life. Maea hoped that nothing had changed in that area... even though so many other things had.
Taking her stance and accepting the critique, she found it suitably ironic that Sunjata would have taught her to fight in this manner. Or tried to, at least. Not that it mattered - lately, such a vicious style of combat might be more suited to her. Daggers and shadows and sudden appearances - she could be there and gone again at a moments notice.
She struck suddenly after the permission to give it a go, stepping forward to close the distance between herself and the stout man, while aiming a long swipe of the dagger across that broad chest of his. She didn't hold back, exactly; confident that he was so much better than her at this, that he could easily dodge. Daylight made her a bit sluggish, anyway.
"I don't have much," she confessed. "Only myself, and these hands. If that is enough, then you may call on me to help with whatever you might need. Just say the word." A favor for a favor; it was the language of trade in the Hollowed Grounds, and had been all her life. Maea hoped that nothing had changed in that area... even though so many other things had.
Taking her stance and accepting the critique, she found it suitably ironic that Sunjata would have taught her to fight in this manner. Or tried to, at least. Not that it mattered - lately, such a vicious style of combat might be more suited to her. Daggers and shadows and sudden appearances - she could be there and gone again at a moments notice.
She struck suddenly after the permission to give it a go, stepping forward to close the distance between herself and the stout man, while aiming a long swipe of the dagger across that broad chest of his. She didn't hold back, exactly; confident that he was so much better than her at this, that he could easily dodge. Daylight made her a bit sluggish, anyway.
Nothing lasts forever, I thought you should know
BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3
