Evie
His pride is her pleasure, and though she’s given only a mere moment to revel in it, it lends a confidence to her grip on the shield that’s undeniable. Praise was the best indicator for success, and the greatest encouragement to achieve it. Though she’d considered lunging forward to try and bowl him backwards once the spear had been struck, Evie hadn’t wanted to do too much too fast with an unfamiliar instrument. It’s both to her benefit and detriment when Deimos whirls the spear to strike with the opposite end from above.
Evie - with the instinct of any human - raises her arms to protect her head. The shield goes with it, but good instincts don’t mean perfect form, and she stumbles backwards with the percussive force of the blow. Her arm aches, but she has the arm strength necessary to have blocked the blow instead of sending the shield crashing into her own face.
Small mercies.
Evie plants her feet first thing, and tries to shove with her shield to force the spear hilt to crest off to either side so they aren’t stuck in a game of reversed tug-of-war that she is certain to lose.
Evie - with the instinct of any human - raises her arms to protect her head. The shield goes with it, but good instincts don’t mean perfect form, and she stumbles backwards with the percussive force of the blow. Her arm aches, but she has the arm strength necessary to have blocked the blow instead of sending the shield crashing into her own face.
Small mercies.
Evie plants her feet first thing, and tries to shove with her shield to force the spear hilt to crest off to either side so they aren’t stuck in a game of reversed tug-of-war that she is certain to lose.
a golden cage, for all its worth and beauty
is still just a cage
is still just a cage
