KIADA
your battleworn tongue doesn't say the truth anymore
that you are ruined
Kiada knows deep down that the fight between Melita and her can’t fix the wrongs the Harpy has done in the past, but perhaps it can quell some of the fury beneath the red haired girl’s skin. They were, after all, creatures born of the same land; born and have lived through the hardest times anyone could know. If anyone knew what it was like, it was the both of them. And to rage and pit themselves against one another in a new world, a new life, seemed exactly the opposite of what Kiada would like.
She only wants someone else to understand, to feel the anger and grief and fury of what happened to them, regardless of who helped in the matters or not.
There isn’t even a sense of pride as the attack follows through, no smile sets on her features, no smirk or fiery vengeance. Only a concentrated, bright gaze that lingers on the girl. She slips back, watching and keeping her stance light as Melita takes her staff and revolves it, raising it toward her and swinging it up. Though while it doesn’t connect with Kiada’s shoulder – a sidestep and turn helped with that – it does manage to knock the piece of wood from her hands with a vibrating thwack that leaves her fingers ringing and singing with an uncomfortable pain.
She grits her teeth now, the wood lost to her hands as she turns back toward Melita and (without a weapon in hand) balls her hands into fists and hopes the girl might focus on those as Kiada steps toward her left as though she’s aiming to rush the fiery haired child, before she ducks and aims a leg sweep to try and knock Melita back, and with it hopefully the staff as well.
She only wants someone else to understand, to feel the anger and grief and fury of what happened to them, regardless of who helped in the matters or not.
There isn’t even a sense of pride as the attack follows through, no smile sets on her features, no smirk or fiery vengeance. Only a concentrated, bright gaze that lingers on the girl. She slips back, watching and keeping her stance light as Melita takes her staff and revolves it, raising it toward her and swinging it up. Though while it doesn’t connect with Kiada’s shoulder – a sidestep and turn helped with that – it does manage to knock the piece of wood from her hands with a vibrating thwack that leaves her fingers ringing and singing with an uncomfortable pain.
She grits her teeth now, the wood lost to her hands as she turns back toward Melita and (without a weapon in hand) balls her hands into fists and hopes the girl might focus on those as Kiada steps toward her left as though she’s aiming to rush the fiery haired child, before she ducks and aims a leg sweep to try and knock Melita back, and with it hopefully the staff as well.
and you wonder why he lets you
the butcher
touch him,
the sun
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
