Isla
This will definitely go down as one of those times to laugh about over a drink or two in the VlamVloed, to be sure. Isla forces her hands down towards her sides, though they're still clenched into fists just in case, and as Sunjata releases the sandbags, he isn't the only one squinting. But the Voice is an efficient and trustworthy mistress, and so of course her handiwork is perfect.
And while Isla certainly doesn't look like much in terms of physical strength, all golden hair and summer dresses, as a diamond encrusted Remedy, she might just have the war aesthetic after all. The sandbag hits her square on, as Sunjata planned, and while the force of it does drive her back a couple of feet, as the shield releases and flickers out, she's visibly unharmed. "I am so glad that worked," she huffs out a laugh, shoulders slumping as she nudges the bag with her toe.
And while Isla certainly doesn't look like much in terms of physical strength, all golden hair and summer dresses, as a diamond encrusted Remedy, she might just have the war aesthetic after all. The sandbag hits her square on, as Sunjata planned, and while the force of it does drive her back a couple of feet, as the shield releases and flickers out, she's visibly unharmed. "I am so glad that worked," she huffs out a laugh, shoulders slumping as she nudges the bag with her toe.
I'll take a bruise, I know you're worth it
When you hit me, hit me hard
When you hit me, hit me hard
