[Seasonal Event] Timberrrrrr

Time to test the limits of these babies. Wessex looks down at the blades of metal sprouting from between her knuckles, leaving her fingers looking…. Short? Huh. She’s never had that kind of thought before. It’s interesting, because simply clenching her fists doesn’t work to bring them out, it has to be a flexing-muscle-and-thought kind of thing, which is good, because she’s found its easiest to use her blades when her fingers are tightly tucked away and there’s the force of a swinging fist beneath them. She takes a test swipe through the air, enjoying the whistle of metal that follows. Eying up the dead, but wet and heavy pine before her, lips purse as she walks round, trying to decide how best to attack the deceased giant. Maybe top limbs first, then make her way down to the heavier ones? No way to know except to simply do it… so the blonde woman hauls herself up the empty brown arms of the tree until she reaches ones that can no longer bear her weight. From there, she reaches up and around and beings to slice and dice, chipping away at the support in a few swings until the branch goes falling to the ground. WESSEX She whispered back, I am the storm