WESSEX
There’s no indication that her feather sliced through anything important, so Wessex doesn’t pause to check; instead she matches his crouching - or tries too, drawing her wings in front of her torso. Truth be told, she’s not too worried about anything that isn’t metal or lightning or magic doing damage to her, but best not to assume.
She is, at least, momentarily distracted by the thing that all of a sudden glows brightly and looks like her chakram - but isn’t. And when he throws the disc, it’s easy to hit her. Clinking against the metal feathers, it spins off to one side, and that’s when she takes an opportunity for an invisible strike. Sending a biopulse towards Cal, she uses one of the few upgrades at her disposal while in this form.
She is, at least, momentarily distracted by the thing that all of a sudden glows brightly and looks like her chakram - but isn’t. And when he throws the disc, it’s easy to hit her. Clinking against the metal feathers, it spins off to one side, and that’s when she takes an opportunity for an invisible strike. Sending a biopulse towards Cal, she uses one of the few upgrades at her disposal while in this form.
the resistance
never backing down
never backing down
