AISHA
The end of the spar was satisfying, an entirely different feeling than the coursing blood of victory. This was intrigue, this was surprise. Aisha was a practiced swordswoman and had fully expected to throttle the vamp, but pleasantly she'd been challenged. She finally broke away from the clash, having taken another thwack to her arm, she emitted a low growl as she hopped back. She eyed Elide as she dipped her head, brows narrowed, almost suspicious, but mostly just full of curiosity.
Deimos called her over to discuss, past a few blazing braziers that crackled and popped. If only she could return an answer without spoken word, but in this body she was yet to conquer the feat. And so she took a hushed tone, glancing back toward Elide, "Fuck that "first time she picked up a sword", she knows what she's doing." The leopardess squared her shoulders away from the remaining courtyard, her words would be for Deimos alone.
"But I like her. If we send her away now I might never get to whoop her ass right," she grinned, reaching up to lightly press the spot on her arm that she'd been hit. "I say we let her in."
Deimos called her over to discuss, past a few blazing braziers that crackled and popped. If only she could return an answer without spoken word, but in this body she was yet to conquer the feat. And so she took a hushed tone, glancing back toward Elide, "Fuck that "first time she picked up a sword", she knows what she's doing." The leopardess squared her shoulders away from the remaining courtyard, her words would be for Deimos alone.
"But I like her. If we send her away now I might never get to whoop her ass right," she grinned, reaching up to lightly press the spot on her arm that she'd been hit. "I say we let her in."
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?
