drop the dagger and lather the blood on your hands romeo
Aisha gave a huff of amusement at the response. She tried to be friendly when she could, and when she felt like it. There were times when her rays of light were a bit too hot, angry, and those around could sizzle like an ant under a magnifying glass. But usually her beams were pleasant, relaxed, and humming. "You could call me that, name's Aisha though," she replied teasingly, with a slight nod.
Aisha considered the options the younger girl gave, then quirked a brow, "My opponents pretty beat, but if you want to tap in for a few rounds I wouldn't mind." The bow at the other's back had intrigued her, a fighter or a hunter? "Don't have to though, rums always a good placeholder."
Aisha considered the options the younger girl gave, then quirked a brow, "My opponents pretty beat, but if you want to tap in for a few rounds I wouldn't mind." The bow at the other's back had intrigued her, a fighter or a hunter? "Don't have to though, rums always a good placeholder."
AISHA
