Cordelia
Flustered was definitely a word for what she was. It was all encompassing. Her frustration with his teleportation. With the fact that she isn't touching him in the way that she really wants to. The Shrike doesn't allow it to distract her.
Not when h]e doesn't stop moving. Never stops. Pushing forward and blowing over her like an avalanche, the Shrike's feet skid across the snow as she attempted to dig her toes in, wanting like hell to hold her ground. Noah was too strong. He always would dominate in this area and she knew it was hopeless. Seeing what he was trying to accomplish, Cordelia released the spear and instead darted to the side, avoiding his shoulder by a breath.
She tried to jut out her own leg, attempting to trip him and send him sprawling into the snow with his own forward momentum as he barreled ahead into the space she used to be.
Not when h]e doesn't stop moving. Never stops. Pushing forward and blowing over her like an avalanche, the Shrike's feet skid across the snow as she attempted to dig her toes in, wanting like hell to hold her ground. Noah was too strong. He always would dominate in this area and she knew it was hopeless. Seeing what he was trying to accomplish, Cordelia released the spear and instead darted to the side, avoiding his shoulder by a breath.
She tried to jut out her own leg, attempting to trip him and send him sprawling into the snow with his own forward momentum as he barreled ahead into the space she used to be.
'Cause darling, it was good // Never looking down
And right there where we stood // Was holy ground
And right there where we stood // Was holy ground
