life sucks, let's dance

A panther in the night, a fire burning bright. Ray waved her hands, stuttering slightly. "Oh fuck! I'm so sorry. I'm used to street fighting I guess. That's what my father taught me, make any strike you can." She ran to her bag and grabbed some gauze and other medical gear. "I can fix that up for you if you'd like? Or you can just use these if you want to do it yourself."  Ray hovered worriedly as she followed Aurelia. She genuinely felt bad and was cursing her father in her mind for being such a sneaky bastard as to not teach her what the hell a proper spar was supposed to be. "How's your nose? I know I didn't break it, but how bad is it?" Hopefully Ray hadn't ruined her chances at making friends or at the very least at maybe having any other spars in the future. r a y The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion. —Albert Camus