[Training] caught in the undertow

WESSEX out of the night that covers me She didn’t really want the spar to end this way - with Mabel’s hand pinned to the wet rocks by the Wraith’s foot - so when the girl rolls, evades, and then recoils, she can’t help but let loose a delighted sound. Something happy and encouraging, half cheerleader and half soldier now, the matriarch follows the twisting of the pupil - albeit a touch too slowly. The knife cuts through a bit of her clothing - no skin scratched or blood drawn - but there is a catch and the sound of something ripping underneath her pattering footsteps. Wessex continues turning, making no move to stop Mabel’s charge or catch her before she runs into something else. She must learn when to stop, too. black as the pit from pole to pole i thank whatever gods may be for my unconquerable soul