Parce Qu'ils Croient

Something had changed in the air. The weather was increasingly building up to some sort of storm as they trekked through the Sound. She hadn’t gotten the chance to fully explore the area yet so she was counting on Aresenn to lead them to shelter at the moment. And the red boy did deliver- an overhang stemming from a bluff. It was the best they’d probably get with the weather being as it was. Chunks of frigid hail began to fall from the sky, the wind whipping at her face as she stepped foot into the safe haven. Monochrome coat shook the snow from her body as they settled in to wait out the hailstorm. She was watching the storm rage with an interested sort of look- thinking about how if she stepped out into it Aresenn would probably only be able to see her face and tail. If even that! The hail was so heavy she might be buried if she tried to challenge it by going out there!

It was then that his voice pulled her out of her thoughts, a casual tone betraying his next actions. ‘We didn’t get to finish our fight.’ Absinth had only enough time to grin and begin to say something before his surprise landed. “Your shoulder says otherw- ah fuck!” It was not nearly as brutal an attack as she’d given him, but it was sudden enough that it blindsided the girl. His fores had come down on her back without deadly intent, very different from their last fight- she gauged then that it was more likely a spar rather than vengeance. Alright. That’s how it was going to be then!

The impact of his forearms was swift and entirely bearable, but she wouldn’t be taken down to the ground again without a fight. Absinth instead attempted to roll into the motion, turning to try and kick at his abdomen as non-lethally as she could.

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