AISHA
first you're my predator then you're my prey
Aisha was sculpted for many things. This of course was one of them, the martial mechanics that she practiced day in and day out that cut her muscles and welded her mind. But where he'd been trained to survive, Aisha had been trained to conquer. Each delicate piece of her construct, her opinion on war was painted by the crux of victory, the eyes of those who hadn't lost. She hadn't known what it was like to fight for her life until she found herself here.
And it was here in Caido that she'd be carved into a creature like Deimos.
He evaded her swing, stepping back and bringing his blade up to meet hers. And it did, and his might over hers was too much. Aisha willed every inch of her body to press back against him, to foolishly retaliate because losing was not an option. It clicked just as she felt the muscles in her arms groan that this was not necessarily the mindset of a winner, but that of a future corpse, slain upon the battlefield because they couldn't accept a loss.
She slackened her blade arm, keeping the weapon in her grasp but letting it swing down and away. Tired, beaten, but somehow content. This would be enough. "Alright, fine. You made your point," she growled, glancing up at him past the blonde curls that had strayed into her face. Her words may have been somewhat sore, but there was a warmth to her gaze. This was good.
And it was here in Caido that she'd be carved into a creature like Deimos.
He evaded her swing, stepping back and bringing his blade up to meet hers. And it did, and his might over hers was too much. Aisha willed every inch of her body to press back against him, to foolishly retaliate because losing was not an option. It clicked just as she felt the muscles in her arms groan that this was not necessarily the mindset of a winner, but that of a future corpse, slain upon the battlefield because they couldn't accept a loss.
She slackened her blade arm, keeping the weapon in her grasp but letting it swing down and away. Tired, beaten, but somehow content. This would be enough. "Alright, fine. You made your point," she growled, glancing up at him past the blonde curls that had strayed into her face. Her words may have been somewhat sore, but there was a warmth to her gaze. This was good.
give you my love and then take it away
