[ She brought no weapons to this particular fight. Too much temptation to end the game permanently and quickly. Instead the staff blade is sidestepped, the edge running sleek and sharp against her shirt sleeve.
And she recognizes that flash, the sign that a mage was wrapped in a little magic shell that seemed so terribly resistant to rough handling. The desire for blood and gore surges ever louder and Poesia loves him quite a lot for giving her this.
There is a moment when a mage casts their little green shell when their stance is wide and open... And Poesia dances away, stepping lightly out of range of his staff blade. ]
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And she recognizes that flash, the sign that a mage was wrapped in a little magic shell that seemed so terribly resistant to rough handling. The desire for blood and gore surges ever louder and Poesia loves him quite a lot for giving her this.
There is a moment when a mage casts their little green shell when their stance is wide and open... And Poesia dances away, stepping lightly out of range of his staff blade. ]