Anju
here I am again, bad news from a bad friend
they call me an omen - only here to torment
they call me an omen - only here to torment
His pride is terser than Ronin's upbeat advice and theatrics, but Anju finds she almost prefers it. It is familiar to her, similar to how she is with her own subordinates, and though she had thought herself to have outgrown the flutter in her chest at impressing someone it is unmistakably present.
Instincts can only partially account for the burgeoning awareness that her opponent is stronger however, so while her reactions are good she has to rely on mental flexibility to contend with realizing she cannot win this battle of arms. Instead she buckles her arms quickly down towards her shoulder blades, hoping to take Deimips off guard with how his strength is suddenly met with release, and - unwilling to break her form too much or resort to dirty tactics of knees and elbows - spins on her heels swiftly to release her blade and bring it back towards his neck from the other side.
Instincts can only partially account for the burgeoning awareness that her opponent is stronger however, so while her reactions are good she has to rely on mental flexibility to contend with realizing she cannot win this battle of arms. Instead she buckles her arms quickly down towards her shoulder blades, hoping to take Deimips off guard with how his strength is suddenly met with release, and - unwilling to break her form too much or resort to dirty tactics of knees and elbows - spins on her heels swiftly to release her blade and bring it back towards his neck from the other side.
wicked and hellbent
a damned soul just pretending
a damned soul just pretending
