Evie
One man's hell is another's God
Some might grow frustrated with their plan not working, but Evie merely brightens and narrows her eyes, sharp mind ticking away as she makes note of this flaw in her fighting style - or perhaps in the weapon itself. Maybe a way to collapse the secondary curved blade if she didn’t want to utilize it, or needed it not to embed itself on an attack?
The magical retaliation is unexpected, but this one she is far more prepared for, if only because Deimos cheerily shakes the ground beneath the Evergreen’s feet in nearly every soar and mischief making revelry they have. Evie uses her own earth magic to nullify it before sending a shockwave back at Wessex, aiming for the Wraith’s feet in petty return. A grin comes to her face as she gives one more yank of the rope before admitting defeat. “Maybe I should have the secondary blade be collapsible. And maybe a flexible metal core beneath the rope, so it can’t be so easily cut?” Already she is scheming and reconfiguring her plans, eager for Wessex’s insight. Back to the drawing board it seems.
The magical retaliation is unexpected, but this one she is far more prepared for, if only because Deimos cheerily shakes the ground beneath the Evergreen’s feet in nearly every soar and mischief making revelry they have. Evie uses her own earth magic to nullify it before sending a shockwave back at Wessex, aiming for the Wraith’s feet in petty return. A grin comes to her face as she gives one more yank of the rope before admitting defeat. “Maybe I should have the secondary blade be collapsible. And maybe a flexible metal core beneath the rope, so it can’t be so easily cut?” Already she is scheming and reconfiguring her plans, eager for Wessex’s insight. Back to the drawing board it seems.
It's all about perspective, a parallax
