I keep on messing with your head
You keep on messing up my bed
You keep on messing up my bed
Fire and grit was an excellent way to describe Raelyn, who had indeed grown up fighting tooth and nail for everything she had. She wasn't one to give up easily, that was for sure, and so despite the fact that the stranger was far superior to her in terms of skill, she pressed doggedly on. One of her hits landed, but the flare of triumph was brief. Her second blow was easily blocked, and then the man was stepping into her space, meeting her blow for blow. This time, he stepped with a foot between her legs and pushed -
And down she went, tripping over his leg as she twisted in an attempt to dodge. "Fuck!" she snarled, more from frustration with her own lack of skill than irritation with the stranger. He was better than her - that was just a fact. It just meant that she had work to do. So instead of pouting on the ground, Raelyn snapped her legs together, aiming to twist them in and amongst the stranger's legs, then twisted her body in an effort to trip him up and bring him to the ground with her.
And down she went, tripping over his leg as she twisted in an attempt to dodge. "Fuck!" she snarled, more from frustration with her own lack of skill than irritation with the stranger. He was better than her - that was just a fact. It just meant that she had work to do. So instead of pouting on the ground, Raelyn snapped her legs together, aiming to twist them in and amongst the stranger's legs, then twisted her body in an effort to trip him up and bring him to the ground with her.
I feel like we're two stoners, two loners
Who keep on forgetting everything they've said
Who keep on forgetting everything they've said
Raelyn
