AISHA
first you're my predator then you're my prey
And another dent in her armor to be made, the steel and mettle that was her composure chipping away with every false hit. Oh, she just had to get him now. One good hit wasn't enough, not when he kept avoiding her attacks so well! The general evaded her swing, then made to hit the blunt part of his blade against her side. She swung her blade back up to block, though it was a little too late, the flat of his sword already thunking against her.
In the cold of Halo her hot breath came out as steam, a fitting sight for how riled she got. She followed through with the rest of her swing, not minding that he'd hit her and instead using it to her advantage, swinging up in hopes of pushing his sword out of grasp, out of it's low position and into the air.
In the cold of Halo her hot breath came out as steam, a fitting sight for how riled she got. She followed through with the rest of her swing, not minding that he'd hit her and instead using it to her advantage, swinging up in hopes of pushing his sword out of grasp, out of it's low position and into the air.
give you my love and then take it away
