primrose.

[enfangs]

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[femmefinale]

[ Whoo fight-- she's better with daggers, but eh. She'll still dart at him and aim for a swift elbow to the chin. ]

[enfangs]

[he'll move to block it, before launching a kick—for all that white might act like a wild dog, he's maybe surprisingly calm and controlled as he fights.

but also i am terrible at writing fights, don't do this to me]

[femmefinale]

[ It's fine just tell me how many scrapes he left and we'll say she socked him a couple of times and kicked him in the torso or something and we can timeskip to them being like "well that was delightful" ]

[enfangs]

[he'll probably have left a few bruises on her torso area! he punch-y]

[femmefinale]

[ Sweet.

She'll finally have to stop, staggering to a halt and taking a deep breath while gingerly resting an arm over her torso.

He punch-y. ]

[enfangs]

[when she stops, he does as well, rolling his shoulder and taking the opportunity to catch his breath.]

[femmefinale]

Thank you.

[ She also idly rolls her shoulder. ] That did indeed help.

[enfangs]

Well, good to hear.

[hard to say how white feels about it, if anything at all as he brushes off his pants.]

[femmefinale]

[ And not really her place to ask, so she won't. It took the edge off her frustration, at least, and she sighs a little as she takes stock of what will bruise later. ]

[enfangs]

[he gives her a look over as well, mainly so he knows what to confirm at trial if need be.]