AISHA
show me a sunrise
i'll let my eyes burn
i'll let my eyes burn
Metal clashed with metal, a familiar and common sound at the training grounds, but ever so satisfying. The reverb flowed in shivers up her arm, her grip only tightening as she pressed her brute force against his, filled out muscles flexing and stressing over the pressure. Aisha pushed back stubbornly, unwilling to relent when it came to pure brute effort, not when she felt so confident in edge.
However he took an opportunity, lunging near and shouldering into her. She was pushed back from the clash, work worn boots sliding against the turf as she buckled down to keep sturdy. Honey eyes breaking from his sword to meet his gaze, she stepped in a quick circle around her own axis, then swiped her sword out horizontally at his, hoping the momentum and force might disarm.
However he took an opportunity, lunging near and shouldering into her. She was pushed back from the clash, work worn boots sliding against the turf as she buckled down to keep sturdy. Honey eyes breaking from his sword to meet his gaze, she stepped in a quick circle around her own axis, then swiped her sword out horizontally at his, hoping the momentum and force might disarm.
encase me in fire
cause i'll never learn
cause i'll never learn
