LOCKE
He's not expecting her to just let him knock the knife out of her hand like that. Even he is momentarily confused as it goes sailing away. He tries to recover before she can, taking a half-step back. Except Fangorn catches his eye and oh fuck, does he have to worry about the fucking vegetation having knives?
The distraction is just enough that he forgets Melita until she's in his space. The dagger rips through his shirt and skims across his skin. It's not deep but it burns and he can feel the sticky heat of blood. "S'not fair if he plays." Locke mutters as he ducks forward again, swinging. He aims for her side, again, not to harm, just to.. Train.
The distraction is just enough that he forgets Melita until she's in his space. The dagger rips through his shirt and skims across his skin. It's not deep but it burns and he can feel the sticky heat of blood. "S'not fair if he plays." Locke mutters as he ducks forward again, swinging. He aims for her side, again, not to harm, just to.. Train.
Callin' it quits now
baby, I'm a wreck
baby, I'm a wreck
