WEAVER
The sound of the blow causes only a few heads to turn their way. It’s a training room, after all, so the sound of physical combat is expected, but there’s something distinct about the sound of a slap. It’s not what one usually hears in a training room. Slaps are specific, not used in a proper fight but rather in a brawl, or in situations like these.
”Ludo, give me strength,” she mutters, glaring daggers at the men nearby who seem to get it and turn away rather quickly. They all know she’s as scary as she looks. He gives her next to nothing in response, and she gets up, grabbing his hand and trying to drag him to his feet. They needed to get out of here. Not just because they are actually causing a scene now, but because maybe the freezing cold air would snap his brain back into place.
She tugs on him, trying to drag him out of the training hall. If she literally had to drag him, she would, though hopefully he’d at least stumble along behind her.
”Ludo, give me strength,” she mutters, glaring daggers at the men nearby who seem to get it and turn away rather quickly. They all know she’s as scary as she looks. He gives her next to nothing in response, and she gets up, grabbing his hand and trying to drag him to his feet. They needed to get out of here. Not just because they are actually causing a scene now, but because maybe the freezing cold air would snap his brain back into place.
She tugs on him, trying to drag him out of the training hall. If she literally had to drag him, she would, though hopefully he’d at least stumble along behind her.
I was made to be wild, wicked, and free
