Evie
He maneuvers swiftly out of range, and Evie puffs her cheeks at him like an angry chipmunk, a habit she doesn't care to kick that allows her to dispel any fleeting disappointment or irritation in a single moment to keep her clearheaded. She allows him the briefest time to swap out weapons, intending to press any advantage she can, so she is already moving forward by time he swings the staff.
It's a controversial response, but Evie jumps over the swing, keeping the motion more in curling in her knees than trying to gain any air so that she's at less of a risk of being knocked over. At the same time she swings her halberd down, hoping to catch Deimos' shoulder with the blunt head while he's wide open, arms pointed more towards the ground. If she's fast enough, she can hit him first - even if he hits her back.
It's a controversial response, but Evie jumps over the swing, keeping the motion more in curling in her knees than trying to gain any air so that she's at less of a risk of being knocked over. At the same time she swings her halberd down, hoping to catch Deimos' shoulder with the blunt head while he's wide open, arms pointed more towards the ground. If she's fast enough, she can hit him first - even if he hits her back.
a golden cage, for all its worth and beauty
is still just a cage
is still just a cage
