The blade slaps her square in the calf. Were this a serious battle, she might be down a limb entirely. Since it's just roughhousing, she's not likely to come out of it with much worse than maybe a bruise blooming under her scales.
Plus, hey, the way she yelps and hops back on one leg is probably pretty funny to watch.
"What's that make us, evenly tied?" She asks, finally blinking away the last of the sand. No time to wait for an answer, and certainly no time to look away and try to read whatever their response may be. Instead, she gets right back into the thick of it as quick as she can.
Literally.
"Wuld nah kest!" The words of the Shout come easily, and with the resounding crack of a sonic boom, she launches herself forward in a Whirlwind Sprint, trying to full-body tackle the Drifter at a speed that rivals their own distinctive dash. She's only got one of those to use each day, so of course, drunken horsing around is exactly the kind of emergency to use it on, right?
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Plus, hey, the way she yelps and hops back on one leg is probably pretty funny to watch.
"What's that make us, evenly tied?" She asks, finally blinking away the last of the sand. No time to wait for an answer, and certainly no time to look away and try to read whatever their response may be. Instead, she gets right back into the thick of it as quick as she can.
Literally.
"Wuld nah kest!" The words of the Shout come easily, and with the resounding crack of a sonic boom, she launches herself forward in a Whirlwind Sprint, trying to full-body tackle the Drifter at a speed that rivals their own distinctive dash. She's only got one of those to use each day, so of course, drunken horsing around is exactly the kind of emergency to use it on, right?