Ioane narrows her eyes. So they have to kill the cub too- oh. Oh, sure. Sure, they can back away or whatever. Sword lady wins again
And then they're under attack from other stupid shit, and Ioane swears in a very unladylike fashion before whirling in the direction of the arrow, tree branch still clutched angrily in her hands. She can't tell if she should be insulted (do I look like a mercenary to you?) or complimented (I look like a mercenary to you?) at the other woman's question, and then it doesn't matter. Another arrow whizzes on by, missing them both.
"Better with fists," Ioane grumbles, shoulders hunching. She won't back down from a fight with people, even if she's not really prepared for it. She's not about to let this woman know; she's clearly good with swords, and it makes Ioane feel a little dumb not to be.
...But she's beautiful, really beautiful, with bright skin and clear eyes. She's probably high born and well trained. And with a sword. Envy and admiration mingle in Ioane's heart. She won't let her down.
not ridic ENOUGH
And then they're under attack from other stupid shit, and Ioane swears in a very unladylike fashion before whirling in the direction of the arrow, tree branch still clutched angrily in her hands. She can't tell if she should be insulted (do I look like a mercenary to you?) or complimented (I look like a mercenary to you?) at the other woman's question, and then it doesn't matter. Another arrow whizzes on by, missing them both.
"Better with fists," Ioane grumbles, shoulders hunching. She won't back down from a fight with people, even if she's not really prepared for it. She's not about to let this woman know; she's clearly good with swords, and it makes Ioane feel a little dumb not to be.
...But she's beautiful, really beautiful, with bright skin and clear eyes. She's probably high born and well trained. And with a sword. Envy and admiration mingle in Ioane's heart. She won't let her down.