[ Taking her in the air is a gamble, and one that does not pay off entirely in his favor. All the better, he thinks, that she knows how to make an entrance — it speaks to her skill, as her attitude speaks to her pleasure. There were few in Kenos who could reasonably keep up with him, and none who took abject joy in throwing themselves face-first into violence. Certainly, they accepted the need for war and bloodshed, but it would never be their first choice. Upon the current page of Kenos's collective history, it was diplomacy first. It would not be forever.
There is freedom, he finds, in violence for violence's sake. Her knee finds purchase against his opposite shoulder, diving rough and sharp into the sharp jut of his collarbone even as he snags at her ankle to deliver her to the earth below. Unlike her, he is diminished. A demigod with but a small measure of connection to his divinity once more, and it means that his collarbone does not snap — but it does give, a nauseating blast of pain that rips up the side of his throat and into his temple.
Touching down on the ground is not at all graceful for him, landing flat-footed and strong-thighed, but needing the moment to recover his breath. Briefly, he touches his fingers to the center of the bone, probing cautiously to determine how damaged he is and how he will have to compensate. ] Quetzalcoatl.
[ Her name is delightfully foreign, something he's never heard before ( much like any of the names of the other Shard-bearers ) and is immediately interested in. The ground below her feet crunches with the force of her lunge, and he's immediately interested in meeting her before she reaches the apex of her gap-closer. His collar will just have to survive their momentum, as he weaves his own fists into her space and works to evade her blows in turn.
With her, he doesn't feel the need to keep his feet planted on the ground, and reaches hard for the sand littering the floor of the Coliseum, seizing at it as he might the desert itself. Just to give them a little something fun to toy with: him, the momentum of a quickstep sideways, and her, a little burst of speed to push her off balance. ]
— did you just arrive? [ Even if they are in the middle of beating one another up, he asks. Curious and breathless with anticipation. Win or lose, he doesn't care. Just make it a spectacle for him, Quetzalcoatl, make it fantastic ] You must have! I have not seen you around, although — I have been a little busy as of late. Silly duties, you know?
the coliseum goes: YIPPEE!
There is freedom, he finds, in violence for violence's sake. Her knee finds purchase against his opposite shoulder, diving rough and sharp into the sharp jut of his collarbone even as he snags at her ankle to deliver her to the earth below. Unlike her, he is diminished. A demigod with but a small measure of connection to his divinity once more, and it means that his collarbone does not snap — but it does give, a nauseating blast of pain that rips up the side of his throat and into his temple.
Touching down on the ground is not at all graceful for him, landing flat-footed and strong-thighed, but needing the moment to recover his breath. Briefly, he touches his fingers to the center of the bone, probing cautiously to determine how damaged he is and how he will have to compensate. ] Quetzalcoatl.
[ Her name is delightfully foreign, something he's never heard before ( much like any of the names of the other Shard-bearers ) and is immediately interested in. The ground below her feet crunches with the force of her lunge, and he's immediately interested in meeting her before she reaches the apex of her gap-closer. His collar will just have to survive their momentum, as he weaves his own fists into her space and works to evade her blows in turn.
With her, he doesn't feel the need to keep his feet planted on the ground, and reaches hard for the sand littering the floor of the Coliseum, seizing at it as he might the desert itself. Just to give them a little something fun to toy with: him, the momentum of a quickstep sideways, and her, a little burst of speed to push her off balance. ]
— did you just arrive? [ Even if they are in the middle of beating one another up, he asks. Curious and breathless with anticipation. Win or lose, he doesn't care. Just make it a spectacle for him, Quetzalcoatl, make it fantastic ] You must have! I have not seen you around, although — I have been a little busy as of late. Silly duties, you know?