How about we just don't speak that into existence, hm? I feel like that's just asking for trouble in Abraxas.
[ It's a whine, but a whine with a mildly flustered blush all the same. She doesn't want to come blazing in to be anyone's hero or saviour. Sparring privately? Fine. But someone's life in the balance had been far too much work, far too much responsibility for her. The kidnappings had proven that much.
Okay, she hadn't been expecting him to throw his stupid sword into the air. Hilda's eyes follow it for only a brief moment before darting back down to him (training had been more effective on her than she otherwise claimed). She has to wonder what he's doing but she isn't going to stop - not with all this momentum.
So she does follow through on the strike - but bends her knees closet to the ground, changing the trajectory of her swing in an attempt to hook the back of her axe around his calf so she can tug him down. ]
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[ It's a whine, but a whine with a mildly flustered blush all the same. She doesn't want to come blazing in to be anyone's hero or saviour. Sparring privately? Fine. But someone's life in the balance had been far too much work, far too much responsibility for her. The kidnappings had proven that much.
Okay, she hadn't been expecting him to throw his stupid sword into the air. Hilda's eyes follow it for only a brief moment before darting back down to him (training had been more effective on her than she otherwise claimed). She has to wonder what he's doing but she isn't going to stop - not with all this momentum.
So she does follow through on the strike - but bends her knees closet to the ground, changing the trajectory of her swing in an attempt to hook the back of her axe around his calf so she can tug him down. ]