[There’s a fire in Gavial’s eyes that she hasn’t had much occasion to adopt in all her time here. There’s been fights in the past, and while a handful had been fierce enough from both parties, most had been entered with a degree of understanding and sportsmanship that meant there was no need to go all out. Today they’re here to fight quick and dirty, and it means she gets to engage in this with the sort of fervor she hasn’t had in a while.
So there’s a triumphant feeling when her lunge manages to disarm her, and it hardly even falters when Alice quickly maneuvers that arm to grab her by the wrist instead—it means this gets to stay close-quarters and give Gavial the opportunity to force an opening for Amos, after all. She can see what Alice intends to follow up with though, and curses internally. The quick mobility she needs to slip out of the grapple and what surely will follow it is too much of a gamble with that injury on her leg, so instead she tries to mirror Alice in thrusting a hand forward to try to seize her by the front of her shirt as well to brace herself—
And gets a clear view as Amos brings the branding iron in to strike true and catch her by surprise.
Caught mid-maneuver, it’s not as clean of a throw as it might otherwise have been; Gavial is yanked from her feet briefly, but she doesn’t get that over-the-shoulder clearance and instead goes crashing down to her knees beside her foe, only half-cognizant of the dropped Mahne sitting nearby.]
Just a little sting, is all.
[Like she’s advising a patient of something as simple and harmless as the prick of a needle. It’s accompanied by the faintest short-lived grin, because: job done! But now they have the task of getting out of here before the fight can get dragged out for much longer. And that first requires Gavial to get back to her feet, while contending with her injured leg.]
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So there’s a triumphant feeling when her lunge manages to disarm her, and it hardly even falters when Alice quickly maneuvers that arm to grab her by the wrist instead—it means this gets to stay close-quarters and give Gavial the opportunity to force an opening for Amos, after all. She can see what Alice intends to follow up with though, and curses internally. The quick mobility she needs to slip out of the grapple and what surely will follow it is too much of a gamble with that injury on her leg, so instead she tries to mirror Alice in thrusting a hand forward to try to seize her by the front of her shirt as well to brace herself—
And gets a clear view as Amos brings the branding iron in to strike true and catch her by surprise.
Caught mid-maneuver, it’s not as clean of a throw as it might otherwise have been; Gavial is yanked from her feet briefly, but she doesn’t get that over-the-shoulder clearance and instead goes crashing down to her knees beside her foe, only half-cognizant of the dropped Mahne sitting nearby.]
Just a little sting, is all.
[Like she’s advising a patient of something as simple and harmless as the prick of a needle. It’s accompanied by the faintest short-lived grin, because: job done! But now they have the task of getting out of here before the fight can get dragged out for much longer. And that first requires Gavial to get back to her feet, while contending with her injured leg.]