Word Count → 139 :: This post is so short, it can sit on a dime and swing its legs.
Myrika grinned as she pushed herself up into a crouching position, and Vesper had to bite her tongue to keep from answering defensively. Then again, she never really was the type to shield her feelings pointlessly—regardless what her feelings were. And she wouldn’t lie about the distraction either, but dealing with distractions was a part of training, right? A smirk dancing on her lips, she only waited and goaded the other on with her eyes.
The Praetorian charged at her, and Vesper simply moved her thin body out of the way at the last moment. Two shades of tawny kissed as she dodged, and she threw her own shoulder into her side. She knew she didn’t weigh much, and that Myri was bigger than, but she could at least knock her down again—and not hesitate this time.
Vesper Optime by Sie; table code from the Mentors!
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