03-23-2012, 06:48 AM
Oh, well, Caspa thought as she propelled herself backwards, supposing this was really what she deserved. Hadn't she been warned about the harder North - even volunteered herself that perhaps the ease of life in the south had caused them to become bored and complacent. Now she had no idea what she'd walked into - for she couldn't believe that this man was innocent. Why would he attack so pre-emptively if he was not trying to protect something in this village? Even by northern standards, it was heavy handed. She didn't want to risk close hand contact, and she doubted she would stand a minute with her pathetic little blade against his snake-long sharp steel. So she put distance between them, dashing aside and doubling back, hoping to shake him off if he pursued to make another swing of his sword. It had been so fast, she half wondered if she hadn't been hit and simply not noticed the pain with the adrenaline in her veins. She tried to match the speed as she sprinted a retreat, and then halted and turned to face him like a cornered cat, intent on keeping her eyes on the mysterious figure. "What are you up to out here?" she sent another scornful question his way, knowing it was bound to enrage - at least, any mortal temper - and knowing that her own lack of rage or emotion could give her an edge: not guessing that she was potentially outfaced even in this. "What are you hiding? What are you protecting?" Her accented voice spat the emphasis on the two final words: hiding. Protecting. The sarcastic implications obvious. He was up to no good, and she was here to find out what.