01-17-2017, 12:08 AM
-Raeg'n-
There.
There it was again. That weird tickle of danger brushing against her mind. Something subtle, almost imagined. Or was it truly in her head? She was fearless, impervious, indestructible. But some part of her wanted to fear him.
"Enough of the bullshit, Raeg'n. Fight to win."
Command, threat. Growled out like a beast. Her senses heightened, and her eyes bore into him warily as she danced a few steps away. She wished she could stop, and really see him, but his hind was kicking out at her and she took the hit to her ribs enough to bruise. Flash.
This wasn't going well. Already, he had the upper hand on her. Of course he naturally did, but she still should have expected this, worked to counter it. They had just begun and she was failing. Her eyes flared and blood rushed through her, warming her muscles into swift action. He spun forward again and rushed her, towering over her and coming from above. She lurched forward, coiling her hind legs in a tight spring then kicking out as hard as she could toward his reaching face or neck.
She grit her teeth in frustration. She was still playing like prey though, and she hated it.
If you can't attack right away, stay clear until you can.
Defense. Offense. Somewhere in between. Whatever she had to do.
She was smaller, leaner, swift. She would have to use it to her advantage, focus on speed. So she jolted forward with her defensive kick, trying to fend him off. She only leapt far enough to clear him, land her back feet. As soon as she got her weight in her rear, she twisted back around to throw her shoulder into him, putting the whole force of her petite, blue body into it to disrupt his solid foundation. Again, her teeth lashed out for purchase at his neck, trying to finally draw blood on this war machine of a man.
Come on, I can do this! Healing is not a crutch, it's an advantage.
Fight like it's not there.
Fight for your life.
Wake the beast inside.
There it was again. That weird tickle of danger brushing against her mind. Something subtle, almost imagined. Or was it truly in her head? She was fearless, impervious, indestructible. But some part of her wanted to fear him.
"Enough of the bullshit, Raeg'n. Fight to win."
Command, threat. Growled out like a beast. Her senses heightened, and her eyes bore into him warily as she danced a few steps away. She wished she could stop, and really see him, but his hind was kicking out at her and she took the hit to her ribs enough to bruise. Flash.
This wasn't going well. Already, he had the upper hand on her. Of course he naturally did, but she still should have expected this, worked to counter it. They had just begun and she was failing. Her eyes flared and blood rushed through her, warming her muscles into swift action. He spun forward again and rushed her, towering over her and coming from above. She lurched forward, coiling her hind legs in a tight spring then kicking out as hard as she could toward his reaching face or neck.
She grit her teeth in frustration. She was still playing like prey though, and she hated it.
If you can't attack right away, stay clear until you can.
Defense. Offense. Somewhere in between. Whatever she had to do.
She was smaller, leaner, swift. She would have to use it to her advantage, focus on speed. So she jolted forward with her defensive kick, trying to fend him off. She only leapt far enough to clear him, land her back feet. As soon as she got her weight in her rear, she twisted back around to throw her shoulder into him, putting the whole force of her petite, blue body into it to disrupt his solid foundation. Again, her teeth lashed out for purchase at his neck, trying to finally draw blood on this war machine of a man.
Come on, I can do this! Healing is not a crutch, it's an advantage.
Fight like it's not there.
Fight for your life.
Wake the beast inside.