moving [★] GLADIATOR

[Keona.]

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If I fall, get knocked down, pick myself up off the ground

She does not know when her muscles tensed.  Tail flicking sharply to one side.  Lightly, her head sways in movement towards different voices, ears perked.  Terribly over conscious whenever eyes went to her.  Independence warring with simple practicality.  Efficiency.  She hadn't desired help with moving, just with the knife, but she had a sneaking suspicion she'd receive both.

When a muffled voice offered suggestions, Keona felt something click.  Relaxed.  Roan moved straight into action with fierce enthusiasm.  The implementation of action settled her.  "Guide the way, Roan," she encouraged lightly.  She flicked her tail at Salem, hoping he could keep her from stepping too close to Roan while following.  "We'll follow a lil' behin'."

Thoughtfully, pale hues flashed towards Roxanne, guessing where she stood.  Uncertain.  Obviously, Roxanne could probably handle the knife better than her, but... She wanted to do this.  "Mahalo.  I don' know what else there is to do.  I don' own much."  Not unfortunate, but it meant she hardly knew how to direct Roxanne if she wanted to help too.  "But I don' mind extra help."

Everything said, the petite Dealer took the handle of her blade carefully.  Everyone's combined efforts ought to keep everyone safe.  With a slow exhale through her nose, Keona took after the first steps, cautious to remain well behind Roan.  Out of everyone, he was the one she least wanted to harm on accident.  A shared sentiment, no doubt.

✯ — keona sibéal ní faoláin. female. dealer of the typhoon. blind. rusty spotted cat.  ref. bio.