[ That he is surprised by her is an understatement.
Not by her sudden burst of strength, nor the skilled motion of her assault — no, he is surprised by her enthusiasm. Even in the Coliseum, the fighters do not approach combat with the raw delight that he does; they are cagey and practical, theatrical for the crowd but never so naked in their delight. Most of Meridian disavows his violence, Zenith comprehends it and judges him for his allegiance; this woman, she throws herself into its embrace as readily as he does, her expression blindingly bright — oh.
He bounces off the Coliseum floor, ricocheting from ground once he shifts his mind. There's no time to be in awe of her ( of the warmth that burns in his chest, hungry and yearning — ), when he must right himself. After bouncing from the dirt, he contorts to get his feet over his head, righting himself soon afterwards by digging his claws into the sandy ground. When he lifts his head, the wide-eyed awe that had slid over his face when she had kicked him is replaced with teeth bared in a vibrant smile of his own, his eyes aglow from within. Hair smoldering at the ends, sparking against the sand.
( Here we go again! shouts the announcer, whom now sounds like they might be having a terrible flashback to the day Set arrived. Who is this mysterious individual he's challenged, and how much carnage will they cause? A lot. Sorry buddy. ) ]
Haah. [ On the exhale, he broadens his smile until all of his cutting teeth are on display to her; a siren's call for violence, for the freedom of it, even if that freedom is found within walls where such things are accepted. Were he given to the baseness of a beast, he might be salivating in his obvious excitement. An edged mantra falls from his mouth, a litany in a foreign language that is obviously half a greeting, half a battle cry: ] — hy n.k ꜣw-ḥr!
[ Waiting but a beat, in the hopes that she leaps down to meet him at the same moment he lunges forth, he aims to meet her in the air. To seize her ankle and snap her down like a whip into the ground below. Anyone else caught by such a move might become heavily injured, but he already feels the innate call — she can handle it. ( He can handle it. ) ]
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Not by her sudden burst of strength, nor the skilled motion of her assault — no, he is surprised by her enthusiasm. Even in the Coliseum, the fighters do not approach combat with the raw delight that he does; they are cagey and practical, theatrical for the crowd but never so naked in their delight. Most of Meridian disavows his violence, Zenith comprehends it and judges him for his allegiance; this woman, she throws herself into its embrace as readily as he does, her expression blindingly bright — oh.
He bounces off the Coliseum floor, ricocheting from ground once he shifts his mind. There's no time to be in awe of her ( of the warmth that burns in his chest, hungry and yearning — ), when he must right himself. After bouncing from the dirt, he contorts to get his feet over his head, righting himself soon afterwards by digging his claws into the sandy ground. When he lifts his head, the wide-eyed awe that had slid over his face when she had kicked him is replaced with teeth bared in a vibrant smile of his own, his eyes aglow from within. Hair smoldering at the ends, sparking against the sand.
( Here we go again! shouts the announcer, whom now sounds like they might be having a terrible flashback to the day Set arrived. Who is this mysterious individual he's challenged, and how much carnage will they cause? A lot. Sorry buddy. ) ]
Haah. [ On the exhale, he broadens his smile until all of his cutting teeth are on display to her; a siren's call for violence, for the freedom of it, even if that freedom is found within walls where such things are accepted. Were he given to the baseness of a beast, he might be salivating in his obvious excitement. An edged mantra falls from his mouth, a litany in a foreign language that is obviously half a greeting, half a battle cry: ] — hy n.k ꜣw-ḥr!
[ Waiting but a beat, in the hopes that she leaps down to meet him at the same moment he lunges forth, he aims to meet her in the air. To seize her ankle and snap her down like a whip into the ground below. Anyone else caught by such a move might become heavily injured, but he already feels the innate call — she can handle it. ( He can handle it. ) ]