Evie
Following orders has never been much Evie’s style, and perhaps that’s why they work so well as teacher and student. The Evergreen has always chosen to hone her instincts into deadly arrays instead of trying to overcome or rewrite them. She doesn’t anticipate Deimos countering her shield with the strength of his own shoulder, but like the tree she has been compared to, Evie is nothing if not stubborn.
Her feet create scores in the sand as he shoves her backwards, her own legs never faltering even when the earth beneath them did. Despite the way resisting makes her winded with effort, she can’t hide the grin of exhilaration, the brightness of her eyes as they lock with Deimos’ over her shield. He’ll knock her on her ass in the next moment, so Evie goes willingly all at once - spinning to the side to try and disengage from his shoving, and aiming a kick to the back of his knee.
Her feet create scores in the sand as he shoves her backwards, her own legs never faltering even when the earth beneath them did. Despite the way resisting makes her winded with effort, she can’t hide the grin of exhilaration, the brightness of her eyes as they lock with Deimos’ over her shield. He’ll knock her on her ass in the next moment, so Evie goes willingly all at once - spinning to the side to try and disengage from his shoving, and aiming a kick to the back of his knee.
a golden cage, for all its worth and beauty
is still just a cage
is still just a cage
