Don't apologize; this is hysterical. xD
Vesper huffed at the woman’s insistence that she was thinking still. Yes, she was thinking—desiring to get behind her. She didn’t consider that the strategy rushing quickly through her mind would be considered overly thoughtful. The coywolf trusted that she could fight, but she also considered strategies and looked for weaknesses that might aid her. In this case, her strategy was a trick to get what she wanted.
However, even if her tactic might have surprised X’yrin, it did not end well for the hybrid. She could have slapped herself in the face for not considering how fast the Nomad’s reaction would be.
Her teacher took care of that for her.
Vesper snarled as a hand grabbed her head, and she looked up at the woman resentfully as she was told—once again—not to think about anything other than her goal. It was a childish resentfulness, one that burned out quickly as she shook her skull to free it, stepping back. The respect in her eyes was enough to cool the fire, and she leaped again, not even putting any grace into her movement this time. She simply threw herself blindly around the woman, doubting this would do anything that something planned couldn’t do.
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