It's a severing, concussive pressure that smothers the sparks gathering at the tips of her fingers and the heavy, blunt weight of her focus lashed to the top of her staff. It knocks the wind from her.
But only for a split second.
And then she is abruptly so angry. She feels the venom gather in the back of her throat, vicious sentiment: How dare you.
Bastien goes one way, and she breaks towards the other. Dances outside the impacting wreckage of stone and force to swing her stave with all her might at the first helmeted skull that presents itself.
no subject
It's a severing, concussive pressure that smothers the sparks gathering at the tips of her fingers and the heavy, blunt weight of her focus lashed to the top of her staff. It knocks the wind from her.
But only for a split second.
And then she is abruptly so angry. She feels the venom gather in the back of her throat, vicious sentiment: How dare you.
Bastien goes one way, and she breaks towards the other. Dances outside the impacting wreckage of stone and force to swing her stave with all her might at the first helmeted skull that presents itself.
Negotiations, over.