No weapons. Well this would be interesting, she thinks. Weaver had rather been hoping for weapons and magic, but she would take it. It would be good practice, and she can’t help but imagine that Zariah would approve. Not that Weaver cares for the Archmage’s approval, but she does care about improving.
”No weapons it is,” she agrees, taking a moment to place her scythe down nearby. She doesn’t remove the knives from her waist, but she can resist grabbing one unless she’s about to die. And though this would be a hell of a fight, Weaver doesn’t think the demi-god will kill her. At least, not on purpose.
Wessex lunges with such speed that Weaver barely has time to react. As the biopulse hits, leaving her dizzy and stumbling backward, Weaver throws a wall of fire up in front of her to block the demi-god’s forward progress. It would also hopefully buy her a few seconds to recover, because she was definitely not in fighting shape after that attack.
”No weapons it is,” she agrees, taking a moment to place her scythe down nearby. She doesn’t remove the knives from her waist, but she can resist grabbing one unless she’s about to die. And though this would be a hell of a fight, Weaver doesn’t think the demi-god will kill her. At least, not on purpose.
Wessex lunges with such speed that Weaver barely has time to react. As the biopulse hits, leaving her dizzy and stumbling backward, Weaver throws a wall of fire up in front of her to block the demi-god’s forward progress. It would also hopefully buy her a few seconds to recover, because she was definitely not in fighting shape after that attack.
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Quote by Charles Dickens
