Evie
He startles a laugh out of her with his slyness, all the more devastating for its accuracy. “It had the highest reward to date, of course I did,” she simpers back immediately, shameless and grinning as the cold wood warms beneath her hands, which grip intermittently in flexing, anticipatory motions as her eyes track Deimos’ catlike slink around her. He dodges smoothly as she lunges, but Evie suspected her first attempt wouldn’t be successful, his defenses too high.
They’ve fought too many times now for her not to anticipate an immediate retaliation, so she brings the back end of the pole down to catch his side-swing with the middle section between her two hands. Grinning at the sound of the wood connecting, Evie shoves outward against his sword with her own weapon and following through with a hip-level wide swing of the halberd, hoping to force him sideways.
They’ve fought too many times now for her not to anticipate an immediate retaliation, so she brings the back end of the pole down to catch his side-swing with the middle section between her two hands. Grinning at the sound of the wood connecting, Evie shoves outward against his sword with her own weapon and following through with a hip-level wide swing of the halberd, hoping to force him sideways.
a golden cage, for all its worth and beauty
is still just a cage
is still just a cage
