And so it began.
Her friend launched himself at her, full of fury and anger. More skilled than the last time they were forced into a bout, that was for sure. But it was emotion run, a deep adrenal that was pushing him over the edge and making her pull back. She would not fight him truly. She wished no ill upon him – even if he seemingly wished to himself. There was a tease, a sharp intake of breath. Her feet came together, a sharp step back and away. The tulwar came in between, the metal quivering as it struck. Her arm recoiled back, unsteady in the pure brute force from Orion. She met her toes once more, stance returning.
The ethereal hand however had begun its hovering. Gently and carefully it went forward, the astral fingers caressing the air. It wisped forwards, reaching and teasing out. She needed to time herself just right before using it. The momentum continued, her form creasing as she took a mighty leap back. She had to gain speed, she had to out manoeuvre him. Feet gave a stagger, her weight being thrown onto the rear foot, the right arm being use to maintain balance. Her left was unavailable to assist her in such a task at present.
Sucking in the cool air she caught the tail end of his wobbling. She took her stance, her brow creasing as the only thought that consumed her mind was pity. A man so wrapped up in his own errors, his own thoughts that he so desperately tried to stay afloat in. And in doing so he grabbed everything he could, dragging it down in deeper to drown with him. There was a wince.
”What are you afraid of Orion?” Eyes stared into his, her steps gliding forward. Slow and steady. She tilted her wrist round so she was ready, to be on the defence. She did not want to fight him and would only do so to defend herself. Her current thought however was to simply survive, ”Why does it have to be like this?” Her expression creased, distorted in pain and confusion. Lips trembled, the steel quivering before her, ”You… I thought you would understand. I thought you’d be pleased that I found a focus. That I discovered what I want to do with myself finally,” there was a sharp intake of breath, ”But here you are, grasping on and dragging me down. Trying to bring yourself afloat within this sea. How many times have I reached out to you? How many times have I tried to pull you out? And for what Orion? For you only to bite the hand that feeds.”
The tip lowered, falling into a more defensive position. The ethereal however continued to snake towards him, digits opening wide. It would have been so easy to strike, so easy to lash out. But that would achieve naught, and Orion would not give. Not until he had his own way. So, she used action once more to communicate and to do simply nothing. It was him who wanted battle after all.
Her friend launched himself at her, full of fury and anger. More skilled than the last time they were forced into a bout, that was for sure. But it was emotion run, a deep adrenal that was pushing him over the edge and making her pull back. She would not fight him truly. She wished no ill upon him – even if he seemingly wished to himself. There was a tease, a sharp intake of breath. Her feet came together, a sharp step back and away. The tulwar came in between, the metal quivering as it struck. Her arm recoiled back, unsteady in the pure brute force from Orion. She met her toes once more, stance returning.
The ethereal hand however had begun its hovering. Gently and carefully it went forward, the astral fingers caressing the air. It wisped forwards, reaching and teasing out. She needed to time herself just right before using it. The momentum continued, her form creasing as she took a mighty leap back. She had to gain speed, she had to out manoeuvre him. Feet gave a stagger, her weight being thrown onto the rear foot, the right arm being use to maintain balance. Her left was unavailable to assist her in such a task at present.
Sucking in the cool air she caught the tail end of his wobbling. She took her stance, her brow creasing as the only thought that consumed her mind was pity. A man so wrapped up in his own errors, his own thoughts that he so desperately tried to stay afloat in. And in doing so he grabbed everything he could, dragging it down in deeper to drown with him. There was a wince.
”What are you afraid of Orion?” Eyes stared into his, her steps gliding forward. Slow and steady. She tilted her wrist round so she was ready, to be on the defence. She did not want to fight him and would only do so to defend herself. Her current thought however was to simply survive, ”Why does it have to be like this?” Her expression creased, distorted in pain and confusion. Lips trembled, the steel quivering before her, ”You… I thought you would understand. I thought you’d be pleased that I found a focus. That I discovered what I want to do with myself finally,” there was a sharp intake of breath, ”But here you are, grasping on and dragging me down. Trying to bring yourself afloat within this sea. How many times have I reached out to you? How many times have I tried to pull you out? And for what Orion? For you only to bite the hand that feeds.”
The tip lowered, falling into a more defensive position. The ethereal however continued to snake towards him, digits opening wide. It would have been so easy to strike, so easy to lash out. But that would achieve naught, and Orion would not give. Not until he had his own way. So, she used action once more to communicate and to do simply nothing. It was him who wanted battle after all.
