Everybody’s looking for something

Elysia wasn’t easily unnerved, that had been trained and instilled into her as a child. So when Yarra began to circle her, she stood her ground, trolling her shoulders a bit and lifting her head higher. She wasn’t intimidated by yara in the slightest. If the woman wanted to try, that was on her. “Like what you see?” She teased as yara’s shoulder pushed against her own.

Elysia smirked softly. “If a fight is what you want, a fight is what you’ll get Yarra” she said almost bored. Shifting her gaze towards Yarra now. “But do remember at the end you asked for this” she sniped at her.

Battle was Elysia’s bread and butter. Though she didn’t know what kind of training Yarra had undergone she had to have faith in her mother’s teachings and her own skills now. She’d been bested twice before since her arrival here, once by Aresenn and once by Sephrian himself. She wasn’t about to make that mistake again.

She wouldn’t wait, no, she was going to strike first. And that was her plan, locking eyes on Yarra’s frame as she rushed forward. Feigning like she was about to strike on the woman’s left side she waited till the last second and attempted to use her size and speed to get a grip on yarra’s throat.


"Ely & Ezekiel"