08-11-2020, 10:18 PM
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Gia was by no means a practiced master of her arts, but she was certainly familiar with her abilities and what she could do. She had traveled about with her dad, out of the way of general populations - giving her room to test and experiment with her powers. She wasn't new to them - wasn't unfamiliar. Bending the ocean's will to her own wasn't difficult. She had a right, a legacy to this power, and she was by no means afraid of it.
When Deniz managed to dodge the majority of her attack, Georgia squinted. "Someone's a little light on his feet!" She chirped. The thing about battle for her was that it was never strategic or thought out; it was adrenaline and go go go. Next move, dodge, defend, and repeat. If someone asked her what she was thinking when fighting, she'd say nothing, because it was just serotonin and adrenaline. She wasn't capable of producing a single productive thought, which...was sometimes what got her into deep waters. If she didn't have some issues, though, she wouldn't need any training then, would she?
At his rather playful return of her jibe, a smirk grew on her lips. Good; he could take some heat, then. She noticed his hand movement, but failed to catch where the water he was directing came from. The last thing she was expecting was from above, and therefore, she practically screeched when salty water doused her. "From above? Rude!" She whined, wiping water from her eyes.
With her hair bun now soaking and stuck to her neck, a whirlwind engulfed her briefly, drying her enough to bear. "Man, I hate wet clothes," She complained. Then, without warning, she sprinted towards Deniz, running flat out for a few feet before she jumped, swinging a leg midair, sending a slice of wind hurtling towards his midsection to throw his balance again. When she landed, she had already drawn water from the ocean, and shoved her arms outward to direct the water at his chest, surely knocking him off his feet.
When Deniz managed to dodge the majority of her attack, Georgia squinted. "Someone's a little light on his feet!" She chirped. The thing about battle for her was that it was never strategic or thought out; it was adrenaline and go go go. Next move, dodge, defend, and repeat. If someone asked her what she was thinking when fighting, she'd say nothing, because it was just serotonin and adrenaline. She wasn't capable of producing a single productive thought, which...was sometimes what got her into deep waters. If she didn't have some issues, though, she wouldn't need any training then, would she?
At his rather playful return of her jibe, a smirk grew on her lips. Good; he could take some heat, then. She noticed his hand movement, but failed to catch where the water he was directing came from. The last thing she was expecting was from above, and therefore, she practically screeched when salty water doused her. "From above? Rude!" She whined, wiping water from her eyes.
With her hair bun now soaking and stuck to her neck, a whirlwind engulfed her briefly, drying her enough to bear. "Man, I hate wet clothes," She complained. Then, without warning, she sprinted towards Deniz, running flat out for a few feet before she jumped, swinging a leg midair, sending a slice of wind hurtling towards his midsection to throw his balance again. When she landed, she had already drawn water from the ocean, and shoved her arms outward to direct the water at his chest, surely knocking him off his feet.
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[glow=#3e4242,200,600]YOU ARE THE RITE OF MOVEMENT[/glow]
*:･ﾟ✧ — georgia sarris-rosi — demigod of the sea — tags