I get them all worked up and down on their knees, you see
Maeve doesn't pull back, waiting instead for him to critique her form and the strike. He does just that. She nods, lips pressing together in a thin line, "How do you keep from doing that? I have to stretch to reach you. Your arms are longer and so any move you make won't open you up as it would me. How do I avoid that?" Maeve asks before he steps to the side and goes for a strike against her open side. He only presses his fist against her shoulder, not following through with the punch like he would normally. She takes note of the impact, nodding as her stance shifts, left foot slipping back instead. "Okay... I'll try that."
They reposition themselves and she goes forward again. This time she lands the hit low once more, dancing backwards and ducking to the right lightly, seeming to float across the sand. She tucks her arms back into her sides, grinning up at him as she returns to her proper stance. "Like that?"
They reposition themselves and she goes forward again. This time she lands the hit low once more, dancing backwards and ducking to the right lightly, seeming to float across the sand. She tucks her arms back into her sides, grinning up at him as she returns to her proper stance. "Like that?"
They take my fingers in their mouths like it's poetry
Maeve
