[Oh, now this is unexpected. Gavial figured Byleth knew his way around a fight from the way he carried himself, and the few traded blows early in this amiable fight seemed to prove it. But this almost animalistic struggle as they hit the ground and became a tangle of limbs? It’s entirely at odds with his typically stoic demeanor.
Now things are really getting fun.
She meets his biting and scratching in kind as he manages to roll them into a position more favorable to him. She laughs, but it’s breathy and short-lived as she focuses on fending off her seemingly feral opponent, not willing to let him fully pin her so easily. Blood and bruises be damned, the fight she puts up is as unguarded as the initial rush that put them into this position. Taking hits means nothing to her as long as it allows her to get some in in kind. She’d regret it later, but this is now.
In her efforts to try to steal back the upper hand from him, she employs the use of her tail once more. With their proximity, it’s an easy enough task for it to slam into him, and she hopes it can provide enough of a distraction to allow her to try to push back against him. But her focus is solely on the task at hand…
Leaving herself wide open for, say, the threat of an incoming arrow from another Meridian bounding into the fight. One that finds its mark in her shoulder as she bucks up against Byleth, a much more sharp blossom of pain.]
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Now things are really getting fun.
She meets his biting and scratching in kind as he manages to roll them into a position more favorable to him. She laughs, but it’s breathy and short-lived as she focuses on fending off her seemingly feral opponent, not willing to let him fully pin her so easily. Blood and bruises be damned, the fight she puts up is as unguarded as the initial rush that put them into this position. Taking hits means nothing to her as long as it allows her to get some in in kind. She’d regret it later, but this is now.
In her efforts to try to steal back the upper hand from him, she employs the use of her tail once more. With their proximity, it’s an easy enough task for it to slam into him, and she hopes it can provide enough of a distraction to allow her to try to push back against him. But her focus is solely on the task at hand…
Leaving herself wide open for, say, the threat of an incoming arrow from another Meridian bounding into the fight. One that finds its mark in her shoulder as she bucks up against Byleth, a much more sharp blossom of pain.]