i can't stand my laughter as they cry
my soul brings tears to angelic eyes
battle. fighting. whatever you may call it, it is an art, not an act of brute strength. it is about tactics and strategy, not just trying to bash your opponents head in. it should not be harsh, jerking movements, but swaying, fluid ones, much like dancing. that was how things should be, but not everyone shared her views.
she watched as he lunged towards her, and in the split second it took him to close the gap, she spun on her forehand, sending her hindlimbs to crash towards his pate. break his jaw, his nose, something interesting will happen. but, there was a disadvantage to the move. the force of him slamming in to her, regardless of where she hit him, would send her stumbling forward, and she'd bu lucky if she did not fall all togeather! momentum thrust her forward, and she tried to regain herself and spin to face him once more, but she knew she'd be open for mutilation.
in a desperate attempt to gain herself the precious seconds to recover, she screamed out to him, her words dripping with defiance and challenge, enough to hide her fear.
let's make this interesting. you win, and i will carry a child for you. i win, and you must tell the king and queen you want me to be the gamma female.
she could only hope now that her words would distract him, or else he could possibly end the battle right her. she was stumbling, and in an awkward position, unprotected. but she'd hit him, hopeful. perhaps the pain and the words togeather would save her... she could only hope...
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hush x wicca
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