[ she knows where he's hurt, so she'll avoid what she can. his ability makes this kind of thing difficult, so maybe that's the only real blessing here of abilities getting swapped around. it's been such a mess otherwise. (maybe, she's also thankful that sigrun had her wings at the right time, that she was able to dart away as quick as she did.)
she tilts her head a little, offers him a tight smile. ]
[ the distress at the trial, for sigrun. the tension running through all of them. the tightness of the smile on her face, now. hung moves to join her on the mats, sliding one leg back to give himself a lower center of gravity, a leg to pivot on, a greater foundation that'll be harder to knock down.
and, now, they'll dance. we are not writing fight scenes. ]
[ nah i'm writing a metaphorical dance scene and that's that. the motions are easy. jolyne keeps her limbs in tight when she fights, light on her feet. they'll start and it's very much a dance, moving between limbs. if anything, it's a game of deflecting force. ]
Y'know - [ said with a careful pivot, sweeping over fur. ] - Float like a butterfly, it's part of a saying back home.
[ she's fast like her stats say, but stacatto like a knife, the music has purpose here. ]
[ hung, at least, seems familiar with this. jolyne doesn't fight in the same way that waai fu does, but she's fast like her, so it's still steady, familiar. their fighting styles don't match up completely, but he weaves in with strikes and punches of his own, and it works, still. ]
Hahaha, and then - [ his tail is a burnished flag behind him as he moves, teasing. ] - sting like a bee, right?
[ as she feels what strikes connect, adjusts accordingly, always correcting. but she also is able to take the harder ones. her arms stay up like a boxer's, old scars circular in nature in this light - one through her upper arm, another on her leg, like a chunk taken out and replaced somehow. her knuckles are beaten. she doesn't really care so much for it anymore - the scars, the wounds.
at some point, though, she won't hesitate -
she'll grab onto him and haul herself up, a leg around his waist, arms slinging around his shoulders. gently her fist connects over his heart. ]
[ he throws punches, just as much as he brings down the blade of a hand, trying to redirect her own fists with the block of a forearm or the sweep of his whole arm. she glances off of old, hidden scars, a brush up against the new ones that are a mismatched of healed and healing. even without his power, he takes the brunt of hits without much concern.
although, he does startle when she pulls a more acrobatic move, stumbling to steady himself - and her. his hands go to her waist when she bops him in the chest, and it just
[ he laughs, and it brings her to smile slightly as she wraps her arms around his neck then. the comfort of his hold around her waist is something she settles into contentedly. for now, the fight is paused, and she just takes her fingers and scritches him something at the base of his neck. ]
I like that sound, do it again.
[ the laughter. she punches him again, playfully just very fast on his chest. ]
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[ she knows where he's hurt, so she'll avoid what she can. his ability makes this kind of thing difficult, so maybe that's the only real blessing here of abilities getting swapped around. it's been such a mess otherwise. (maybe, she's also thankful that sigrun had her wings at the right time, that she was able to dart away as quick as she did.)
she tilts her head a little, offers him a tight smile. ]
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[ the distress at the trial, for sigrun. the tension running through all of them. the tightness of the smile on her face, now. hung moves to join her on the mats, sliding one leg back to give himself a lower center of gravity, a leg to pivot on, a greater foundation that'll be harder to knock down.
and, now, they'll dance. we are not writing fight scenes. ]
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Y'know - [ said with a careful pivot, sweeping over fur. ] - Float like a butterfly, it's part of a saying back home.
[ she's fast like her stats say, but stacatto like a knife, the music has purpose here. ]
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Hahaha, and then - [ his tail is a burnished flag behind him as he moves, teasing. ] - sting like a bee, right?
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at some point, though, she won't hesitate -
she'll grab onto him and haul herself up, a leg around his waist, arms slinging around his shoulders. gently her fist connects over his heart. ]
Exactly.
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although, he does startle when she pulls a more acrobatic move, stumbling to steady himself - and her. his hands go to her waist when she bops him in the chest, and it just
makes him laugh. something much needed. ]
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I like that sound, do it again.
[ the laughter. she punches him again, playfully just very fast on his chest. ]