death is the mother of beauty. and what is beauty? terror.
Ru spins slowly to keep him centered directly in front of her, amusement winning out by a hair. It helps she gets to show off a little, though she truly does need the refresher. Short weapons and hand-to-hand are not her normal fare after all, and she’s been glued to Deimos’ side enough years to have the importance of being well-rounded drilled into her head.
The next throw goes wobbly and low, and lest she take her kneecap off with an eager swing, Ru refrains from trying at all - letting the compacted show hit her in the shin, leaving a dark mark behind on her leggings. Laughing, she kicks her other leg through the snow to try and catch Tal in it. “I’ll count that as a hit because it was so sad,” she says through a sharklike grin. “Come on. One more and then we can have some tea?” Though the cold will never truly be foreign to the likes of them, it gets him in the door of her spa if nothing else. One step closer to the trap.
The next throw goes wobbly and low, and lest she take her kneecap off with an eager swing, Ru refrains from trying at all - letting the compacted show hit her in the shin, leaving a dark mark behind on her leggings. Laughing, she kicks her other leg through the snow to try and catch Tal in it. “I’ll count that as a hit because it was so sad,” she says through a sharklike grin. “Come on. One more and then we can have some tea?” Though the cold will never truly be foreign to the likes of them, it gets him in the door of her spa if nothing else. One step closer to the trap.
