[ her voice is cold, sharp. she doesn't even bother raising it, knowing that the message will make its way to him one way or another.
because she is angry, and the moment she stepped out into this arena she's decided to let it free. and it feels good, too good, dangerously similar to the steps of sodden and dangerously similar to staring down a diving dragon and dangerously like she might just lose control over it all.
she won't - because she knows how it feels to lose it, to have it taken from her, and to live without that feeling. to live without control. now that it's returned to her, her chaos and her control of it, she knows how far she can go.
there is no army to burn down, here. no thousands and thousands of bodies to set fire to, as well as the entire valley with it. no, she has one enemy here, and while part of her wants to end this as quickly as she can, a larger part of her doesn't.
the blow does land, but not squarely enough, his reflexes quick and honed. yennefer expects it, is already in the midst of her own step to the side. he is diving towards her, one arm tucked behind his back, and she sweeps her hands around - pushes another wave of force at the back of his legs and ankles, adding more momentum than he's prepared for as she steps out of the way of his reach. and even if he does reach out to close the space, she's got her hand prepared to guard herself from whatever it is he's going to try and striker her with. she knows it won't be enough to fully take him down, but as he passes by her, she pushes even more into it, trying to shove him into the nearest wall. ] Or I'll do it for you.
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[ her voice is cold, sharp. she doesn't even bother raising it, knowing that the message will make its way to him one way or another.
because she is angry, and the moment she stepped out into this arena she's decided to let it free. and it feels good, too good, dangerously similar to the steps of sodden and dangerously similar to staring down a diving dragon and dangerously like she might just lose control over it all.
she won't - because she knows how it feels to lose it, to have it taken from her, and to live without that feeling. to live without control. now that it's returned to her, her chaos and her control of it, she knows how far she can go.
there is no army to burn down, here. no thousands and thousands of bodies to set fire to, as well as the entire valley with it. no, she has one enemy here, and while part of her wants to end this as quickly as she can, a larger part of her doesn't.
the blow does land, but not squarely enough, his reflexes quick and honed. yennefer expects it, is already in the midst of her own step to the side. he is diving towards her, one arm tucked behind his back, and she sweeps her hands around - pushes another wave of force at the back of his legs and ankles, adding more momentum than he's prepared for as she steps out of the way of his reach. and even if he does reach out to close the space, she's got her hand prepared to guard herself from whatever it is he's going to try and striker her with. she knows it won't be enough to fully take him down, but as he passes by her, she pushes even more into it, trying to shove him into the nearest wall. ] Or I'll do it for you.