AISHA
Oh and she is passionate, fierce, quick. Those are her proudest qualities. Her temper is entwined with them, coating that passion with a layer of vanity and ego. Elide's retaliation to the hit on her wrist was weaker, less charged, it seemed Aisha's attack had done what it'd been meant to do. Easily Aisha parried the low swipe, she bore an electric excitement as she readied to engage in the next motions.
And then there was teasing, unexpected from the stoic ascended, it drew her attention from the thrust she'd aimed at the other's side. Her eyes met with Elide's, surprise at the goading, then anger when she realized that this distraction had played it's course. Her blade slipped past the other, Aisha retreated from their close confines when she realized she'd stupidly misplaced her focus and cost herself a maneuver.
It wasn't so much the teasing that angered her, but her own folly, and with a huff she sent the recruit an angled glare. Deimos's question resounded in her mind, she thinks too far ahead. Aisha decided that unpredictability would be her biggest asset, as she'd done before with her attack to the wrist. And so she tried to calm herself, not give in to the obvious temptation to charge and slash and engage. She assumed a defensive position again, weapon angled across her chest, and waited.
And then there was teasing, unexpected from the stoic ascended, it drew her attention from the thrust she'd aimed at the other's side. Her eyes met with Elide's, surprise at the goading, then anger when she realized that this distraction had played it's course. Her blade slipped past the other, Aisha retreated from their close confines when she realized she'd stupidly misplaced her focus and cost herself a maneuver.
It wasn't so much the teasing that angered her, but her own folly, and with a huff she sent the recruit an angled glare. Deimos's question resounded in her mind, she thinks too far ahead. Aisha decided that unpredictability would be her biggest asset, as she'd done before with her attack to the wrist. And so she tried to calm herself, not give in to the obvious temptation to charge and slash and engage. She assumed a defensive position again, weapon angled across her chest, and waited.
and there's a hole in my chest
like there's a hole in the sun
like there's a hole in the sun
so tell me what's coming next?
