WEAVER
The fireball sort of works. At the very least, Kiada is forced to change her course, but Weaver can’t outrun the vulture. She keeps herself moving slightly, dancing on the balls of her feet, trying to figure out where Kiada might go. The vulture ducks low, the distinct smell of something burning in the air, and Weaver grins slightly. Maybe she did a little damage (just a little, she’s not out to hurt a potential friend).
Perhaps it’s the half second of being distracted by the smell of something burning, or simply because the vulture moves fast, but she manages to catch her talons on Weaver’s leather training pants. Thankfully the leather holds against the claws, though Weaver can feel the threat of them. The bird tugs at her, throwing her off balance, so she rocks her weight to her other leg and kicks, trying to shake the vulture loose. As Weaver brings her leg down, fire bursts to life on the floor around her, the threat clear enough.
Perhaps it’s the half second of being distracted by the smell of something burning, or simply because the vulture moves fast, but she manages to catch her talons on Weaver’s leather training pants. Thankfully the leather holds against the claws, though Weaver can feel the threat of them. The bird tugs at her, throwing her off balance, so she rocks her weight to her other leg and kicks, trying to shake the vulture loose. As Weaver brings her leg down, fire bursts to life on the floor around her, the threat clear enough.
I was made to be wild, wicked, and free
