[ That surety comes without pause and without hesitation in the steady advancement of her feet. The blade that turns over in her hands. The flat metal and the lion's head that sits flush against the inside of her wrist. Mouth open in a terrible filigreed roar. Her footsteps flat and quiet.
But she can feel that resilience in herself, of herself, that heady mix between them that is all push and pull and no separation. A river that flows into the sea that gathers up into the sky to fall back down again. Pressing on and on and on. But she can't let it stop her, because of it, she must never hesitate, and in the way she steps and swings forward right then and there, it's clear she would never let herself do otherwise.
A practiced slash, loud in otherwise silence for the speed at which it moves, and she and the blade move as one to attack with the goal plane, to stop themselves when they meet flesh and bone. ]
HOARDS
[ That surety comes without pause and without hesitation in the steady advancement of her feet. The blade that turns over in her hands. The flat metal and the lion's head that sits flush against the inside of her wrist. Mouth open in a terrible filigreed roar. Her footsteps flat and quiet.
But she can feel that resilience in herself, of herself, that heady mix between them that is all push and pull and no separation. A river that flows into the sea that gathers up into the sky to fall back down again. Pressing on and on and on. But she can't let it stop her, because of it, she must never hesitate, and in the way she steps and swings forward right then and there, it's clear she would never let herself do otherwise.
A practiced slash, loud in otherwise silence for the speed at which it moves, and she and the blade move as one to attack with the goal plane, to stop themselves when they meet flesh and bone. ]