Evie
It's almost a satisfying sound, the way her shirt rips, but Evie is too busy laugh-shrieking as she unsuccessfully batters his weapon with her sword. With it being in the hand closest to the spear, it's an incredibly awkward angle, and sure enough the side of it smacks firmly into her hip.
Disengaging and spinning away leaves the side of her shirt split straight down the seam, and the breeze on her waist is readily apparent even if it's not cold. "Okay, I know you're at three and I'm at two, but I think this warrants a pause if anything," the Evergreen huffs, amusement clear in her wryly smiling face. "This isn't strip-sparring after all." Waiting to see if he'd agree first, Evie leaves her weapon pointed to the ground, heart rate still elevated and body warm with movement and exercise.
Disengaging and spinning away leaves the side of her shirt split straight down the seam, and the breeze on her waist is readily apparent even if it's not cold. "Okay, I know you're at three and I'm at two, but I think this warrants a pause if anything," the Evergreen huffs, amusement clear in her wryly smiling face. "This isn't strip-sparring after all." Waiting to see if he'd agree first, Evie leaves her weapon pointed to the ground, heart rate still elevated and body warm with movement and exercise.
a golden cage, for all its worth and beauty
is still just a cage
is still just a cage
