SEREN
For every tyrant, a tear for the vulnerable
In every lost soul, the bones of a miracle
In every lost soul, the bones of a miracle
She missed, but only just, and Seren did not care that it might be the surprise attack that even got her close. With a laughter full of pure excitement, she landed and spun around on light feet to try again. She had come far in the season since their last encounter. The girl that had barely been able to do basic warmup exercises had gained a supple grace to her movements, and if she still lacked in raw strength, it was made up for in both endurance and dexterity.
"Unless you have strong objections," she laughed, and came charging again with a swift leap, reaching for Amalia head on with both hands this time. She wanted to land a score on the woman's shoulder - either of them - at least once. Or, even better, try to bring the woman down on a knee. That might be satisfying.
"Unless you have strong objections," she laughed, and came charging again with a swift leap, reaching for Amalia head on with both hands this time. She wanted to land a score on the woman's shoulder - either of them - at least once. Or, even better, try to bring the woman down on a knee. That might be satisfying.
In every dreamer a dream - we're unstoppable
with something to believe in
with something to believe in
