Aurelia
and that the world is always our fault
when we did nothing, how did we do wrong?
when we did nothing, how did we do wrong?
Aurelia felt a little more relaxed as his companion moved away, sighing quietly. She would've told Sunjata she wasn't worried at all but, instead of engaging she merely shrugged it off. Her response to his wink was a subtle roll of the eyes.
However, when he accepted her challenge, her smirk became an excited smile. She led them over to a designated space for fighting and turned to face him. She took a moment and adjusted her gloves so that they were secured tightly around her hands. Wouldn't want to lose one in the middle of a fight.
"Okay, so... if you don't hit me in the face, I won't hit you in the face. And no groin shots. Pretty standard, I think?" she raised her brows in question, smile fading. If Sunjata cared to notice, she had fairly toned arms and a few of her own scars scattered across them. None of them were quite like his, of course. They were mostly from knives, swords, or even a few marks from animal claws... but, definitely not lava octopi. And no enchanted tattoos, either. Maybe one day he could introduce her to the person that did his.
"Make your move when you're ready, Whalemeat," she just had to add that little quip in at the end with the flash of a grin. Might as well get into the spirit.
She focused on him with her eyes but, her mind concentrated on her form. Her hands were ready to redirect incoming hits and her body became loose so that motions would be more fluid.
Aurelia had been taught how to fight to survive, how to hit so that it hurt or stunned. She was not taught how to win in a ring. It could go either way, and she wasn't exactly feeling the most confident about beating him. Especially with how much weaker she'd been feeling. His size didn't worry her, at least. She had gone up against plenty of people that were bigger and stronger than her.
However, when he accepted her challenge, her smirk became an excited smile. She led them over to a designated space for fighting and turned to face him. She took a moment and adjusted her gloves so that they were secured tightly around her hands. Wouldn't want to lose one in the middle of a fight.
"Okay, so... if you don't hit me in the face, I won't hit you in the face. And no groin shots. Pretty standard, I think?" she raised her brows in question, smile fading. If Sunjata cared to notice, she had fairly toned arms and a few of her own scars scattered across them. None of them were quite like his, of course. They were mostly from knives, swords, or even a few marks from animal claws... but, definitely not lava octopi. And no enchanted tattoos, either. Maybe one day he could introduce her to the person that did his.
"Make your move when you're ready, Whalemeat," she just had to add that little quip in at the end with the flash of a grin. Might as well get into the spirit.
She focused on him with her eyes but, her mind concentrated on her form. Her hands were ready to redirect incoming hits and her body became loose so that motions would be more fluid.
Aurelia had been taught how to fight to survive, how to hit so that it hurt or stunned. She was not taught how to win in a ring. It could go either way, and she wasn't exactly feeling the most confident about beating him. Especially with how much weaker she'd been feeling. His size didn't worry her, at least. She had gone up against plenty of people that were bigger and stronger than her.
and I've been thinking that when we thought
the world would break us, that we weren't wrong
the world would break us, that we weren't wrong
