10-15-2018, 10:51 PM
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Keona dragged her paws, dutifully following her uncle, conscious that anyone could be watching them yet understanding they had little reason to be suspcious. They wanted the slaves, the lowest of the low, to be trained. Know how to fight. Artillery. Well, perhaps she could show them how bad of an idea that was in her case. This meant her uncle could train her, still maintain his cover and the secret of their relationship, and eventually ensure their escape's success.
Unfortunately, the petite fae lacked much enthusiasm in terms of combat training. He'd played this game with her once before. Hit me. Just one hit. Prove she could do it. Land an actual blow. Keona flexed her tiny claws, ears flattened. A game she disliked. A game she avoided. It's just like tag... Just less running.
You can do it... But Uncle Seamus... Well, she felt rather sure he outmatched her more than by a little. Even so, the kitten recognized the feeling of someone toying with her mind. Valkyr taught her an important lesson the day he stole her away. Protect your mind. Yet for a split second, Keona faltered, her blood running cold. That's playing dirty.
With grit teeth, the child slammed back in retaliation, unintentionally attempting to freeze her uncle in place by locking his motor function. "..." Her paws shook. When she finally realized what she'd just attempted, the girl gasped softly. In that second, the spell lifted, her concentration and hold breaking. Should he be fast enough, he'd only have to dodge to the side before she lunged forward, trying to slam into his scaly legs in order to trip him. Worth a shot after all.
Unfortunately, the petite fae lacked much enthusiasm in terms of combat training. He'd played this game with her once before. Hit me. Just one hit. Prove she could do it. Land an actual blow. Keona flexed her tiny claws, ears flattened. A game she disliked. A game she avoided. It's just like tag... Just less running.
You can do it... But Uncle Seamus... Well, she felt rather sure he outmatched her more than by a little. Even so, the kitten recognized the feeling of someone toying with her mind. Valkyr taught her an important lesson the day he stole her away. Protect your mind. Yet for a split second, Keona faltered, her blood running cold. That's playing dirty.
With grit teeth, the child slammed back in retaliation, unintentionally attempting to freeze her uncle in place by locking his motor function. "..." Her paws shook. When she finally realized what she'd just attempted, the girl gasped softly. In that second, the spell lifted, her concentration and hold breaking. Should he be fast enough, he'd only have to dodge to the side before she lunged forward, trying to slam into his scaly legs in order to trip him. Worth a shot after all.
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