MABEL
Mabel had no predilections that her movements would match the other woman’s; experience had already taught her that there were many, many people far superior in skill and multitudes than her. And while she likely couldn’t quite catch up to their abilities, the youth could at least strive to take bits and pieces of their knowledge with her; to build up a rapport of her capabilities, to practice with in the dark.
Defenses and maneuvers, tactics and drills; things Mabel needed, required, and maintained as much as she could – the assault was fended off easily, and she hid the disappointment within her soul, reflecting, backing away, and resuming the stance as the Torchliner spoke. Her eyes widened slightly at the announcement, then reeled downward, wondering, pondering. “What if I can’t find people? Is there a way to do it by myself?” Henry could only be subjected to her antics for so long, Wessex was terrifying and menacing and far too powerful, and there were quite an array of others she wouldn’t dare or think to ask.
But once more – heading straight back into the flames. She gave her agreement with another bob of her head, grip tightening over the hilt as the woman maneuvered in circles. She wouldn’t be predictable, and so Mabel shouldn’t be either – doing much the same, pacing, almost like a cat. A predator.
Then she lunged, dashing for Aurelia’s torso, higher than before, to gain insight, an edge, on how this manner would be blocked.
Defenses and maneuvers, tactics and drills; things Mabel needed, required, and maintained as much as she could – the assault was fended off easily, and she hid the disappointment within her soul, reflecting, backing away, and resuming the stance as the Torchliner spoke. Her eyes widened slightly at the announcement, then reeled downward, wondering, pondering. “What if I can’t find people? Is there a way to do it by myself?” Henry could only be subjected to her antics for so long, Wessex was terrifying and menacing and far too powerful, and there were quite an array of others she wouldn’t dare or think to ask.
But once more – heading straight back into the flames. She gave her agreement with another bob of her head, grip tightening over the hilt as the woman maneuvered in circles. She wouldn’t be predictable, and so Mabel shouldn’t be either – doing much the same, pacing, almost like a cat. A predator.
Then she lunged, dashing for Aurelia’s torso, higher than before, to gain insight, an edge, on how this manner would be blocked.
Let's go to war to make peace
Let's be cold to create heat
Let's be cold to create heat
