I get them all worked up and down on their knees, you see
Maeve shoots him a playful glare, rolling her eyes at his smart ass remark, "Yeah, okay, I get that. It can't just be that, though." She's sure there is something else for it. He's bigger than her, arms longer, and he definitely has her beat in the strength department. Still, she takes his instruction and puts it into practice. Her punch lands and she dances away from him with ease, but he follows after her. Grey as bright even as they calculate her stance, picking the best place to strike.
The hit comes for her shoulder and he's fast, but she's perhaps a touch faster. Maeve leans back in almost a graceful motion, flowing like water as she takes his instruction to heart. In a move that perhaps isn't traditional, Maeve spins away from him, somehow managing to get behind him. She kicks, aiming for the bend of his leg as if she was trying to dead leg him and really throw him off balance. Whether or not he anticipates this is yet to be seen, but she gives it a go anyway.
The hit comes for her shoulder and he's fast, but she's perhaps a touch faster. Maeve leans back in almost a graceful motion, flowing like water as she takes his instruction to heart. In a move that perhaps isn't traditional, Maeve spins away from him, somehow managing to get behind him. She kicks, aiming for the bend of his leg as if she was trying to dead leg him and really throw him off balance. Whether or not he anticipates this is yet to be seen, but she gives it a go anyway.
They take my fingers in their mouths like it's poetry
Maeve
