Evie
His laughter only makes her puff up further, pleased as punch to have inspired it even when it’s clearly filled to the brim with fond exasperation. “You did it first,” she sing-songs back, grinning. Whether that’s actually true is up for debate, as is the way the fabric tears alongside his skin - and Evie will take any handicap she can get when facing the Sword. “And I’m counting that!” Grateful her hands are already free, she holds one out to summon a short sword from the rack -
But Deimos is already moving, and Evie makes a strangled gurgle of a noise as she gracelessly leaps sideways, the end of his spear snagging her shirt and yanking her comically further off balance. Admittedly flailing her sword, she tries to smack the pole of the spear sideways to rip it out of her shirt and keep him from swinging it sideways into her waist to earn another point.
But Deimos is already moving, and Evie makes a strangled gurgle of a noise as she gracelessly leaps sideways, the end of his spear snagging her shirt and yanking her comically further off balance. Admittedly flailing her sword, she tries to smack the pole of the spear sideways to rip it out of her shirt and keep him from swinging it sideways into her waist to earn another point.
a golden cage, for all its worth and beauty
is still just a cage
is still just a cage
