Isla
"Could you imagine that conversation in the infirmary?" Isla laughs, brushing sand and dust from her dress as Sunjata moves to pick up the sandbag, the Remedy quite content with the results of her little experiment. "Luckily for you, I am also skilled at healing Ascended, so I could at least fix any problems I gave myself." Or that Sunjata gives her by proxy, as it so happens.
She of course grins, though, as he goes back to the catapault, shrugging her shoulders. "That was about it," she says. "But I can tell when I engage the shield that it isn't a catch all... I think it may only cover about 80% of my body. Did you have any plans? Otherwise we could go a few more rounds, see if we can find out where the shield fails?"
Hey Sunjata, want to pelt me with sandbags until one hurts?
Yes, this is how Isla passes the time for fun. Why do you ask?
She of course grins, though, as he goes back to the catapault, shrugging her shoulders. "That was about it," she says. "But I can tell when I engage the shield that it isn't a catch all... I think it may only cover about 80% of my body. Did you have any plans? Otherwise we could go a few more rounds, see if we can find out where the shield fails?"
Hey Sunjata, want to pelt me with sandbags until one hurts?
Yes, this is how Isla passes the time for fun. Why do you ask?
I'll take a bruise, I know you're worth it
When you hit me, hit me hard
When you hit me, hit me hard
