AISHA
first you're my predator then you're my prey
Deimos twisted as the tip of her boot met his leg, not quite where it would buckle but enough to cause a stagger, maybe a bruise. She snickered devilishly at his response, "Playing different," she replied, bringing her sword back up into a stable position before her. She expected him to keep to the rules, tactics and measures of their steel and not their other facets. But she saw just before he lunged, the makings of the latter.
Like a battering ram or a bull seen red, he charged. His side aimed at hers, a plan certainly backed by the brawn. Had he hit she would've probably flown, sent sprawling by the weight and power he held. But Aisha was nimble, once again she evaded just slightly, then arched a wide swing of her blade to his back, aiming to wack him with the flat of it across his spine.
Like a battering ram or a bull seen red, he charged. His side aimed at hers, a plan certainly backed by the brawn. Had he hit she would've probably flown, sent sprawling by the weight and power he held. But Aisha was nimble, once again she evaded just slightly, then arched a wide swing of her blade to his back, aiming to wack him with the flat of it across his spine.
give you my love and then take it away
