[ Humans are a reckless lot, and Andy more than most. Hard to say if that's purely because of the curse or something more innate than that — though maybe the technicalities don't matter much, in the moment. With her immortality taken from her, she's left with the bad habits of the last several thousand years and only her sheer balls to back it all up. She should probably care more about risking life and limb, but it's hard when you've spent centuries growing numb to grievous injury. She can't regenerate anymore — but she's still Andromache of Scythia. Still battle-hungry. Still stupid. Still good enough with a blade to get away with that.
Besides, this is her idea of fun.
Hers is an aggression that builds. Her motions seem almost automatic at first, thoughtless and habitual — muscle memory, mostly — but he's keeping up, pushing her even, and it's almost tangible, the moment she starts pushing back. It's work, compensating for the difference in reach between his weapon and hers, but she's more than willing to earn it. The arena fills with the sound of clashing metal. ]
Come on. [ She taunts, something like amusement gleaming in her eye. ] We'll be here all fucking day at this rate.
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Besides, this is her idea of fun.
Hers is an aggression that builds. Her motions seem almost automatic at first, thoughtless and habitual — muscle memory, mostly — but he's keeping up, pushing her even, and it's almost tangible, the moment she starts pushing back. It's work, compensating for the difference in reach between his weapon and hers, but she's more than willing to earn it. The arena fills with the sound of clashing metal. ]
Come on. [ She taunts, something like amusement gleaming in her eye. ] We'll be here all fucking day at this rate.