Evie
The cracker has no hope of concealing his grin, and Evie can see her downfall spelled out in the glee that suffuses his expression. She has long suspected that he is the one to propose such games first, because it always lends him the upper hand of setting the challenge and rules, but even if that was the case Evie is the fool for never being able to back down from them. Case in point; the moment she is given her heading, Evie sets for the training stand to pick her own. Based on Deimos' selection of a sword, she'll have to forego her most favored throwing knives, so she grabs a wooden halberd instead.
Spinning the weapon in her hand loosely to get used to the weighted end and length of it as she absorbs the rest of the challenge rules, Evie laughs and turns her eyes to the ceiling in feigned dismay. "Well, at least I can be glad the limit is five, or I'd have to use every weapon on the rack by the end." She has never had any compunction in playfully downplaying her own abilities to make his own shine. He has more than earned his battle prowess. Still, that same firecracker stubbornness rears its head, and Evie grins as she spins the halberd again only to let it fall into her other palm, held at the ready. "Deal." Then she lunges, aiming high towards Deimos' left shoulder with the blunted spearing-tip of the weapon, always ready to take the advantage of surprise.
Spinning the weapon in her hand loosely to get used to the weighted end and length of it as she absorbs the rest of the challenge rules, Evie laughs and turns her eyes to the ceiling in feigned dismay. "Well, at least I can be glad the limit is five, or I'd have to use every weapon on the rack by the end." She has never had any compunction in playfully downplaying her own abilities to make his own shine. He has more than earned his battle prowess. Still, that same firecracker stubbornness rears its head, and Evie grins as she spins the halberd again only to let it fall into her other palm, held at the ready. "Deal." Then she lunges, aiming high towards Deimos' left shoulder with the blunted spearing-tip of the weapon, always ready to take the advantage of surprise.
a golden cage, for all its worth and beauty
is still just a cage
is still just a cage
