Ain't? Well, she definitely sounds dumb. But she asserts that she won't hurt him, and truly, her tone seems to match that assertion. Non-threatening. It's weird.
His breath catches and holds, both from the pressure of being suddenly gripped around his abdomen, and the shock of now staring right into the enemy's face. Close enough to feel her warmth, to smell her, to see her face. He expects to be utterly repulsed- for her to smell bad and look disgusting. But neither of those are the case. She smells somewhat like the forest around them, with hints of sweat and other things he can't place, and her face is... Pretty. There's no other word for it, especially when she's smiling like that. His eyes catch on the little brown flecks that dot her cheeks. Maybe her own kind of war paint?
His daze lasts only a couple of moments before he remembers he's being grappled by an enemy, and squirms- but it's not a useless squirm. His movements actually expertly slip him out from her grasp, landing on his feet in a fighting stance. He steps back to put space between them, his hand moving for his dagger and brandishing it at her.
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Date: 2025-10-20 09:14 pm (UTC)From:His breath catches and holds, both from the pressure of being suddenly gripped around his abdomen, and the shock of now staring right into the enemy's face. Close enough to feel her warmth, to smell her, to see her face. He expects to be utterly repulsed- for her to smell bad and look disgusting. But neither of those are the case. She smells somewhat like the forest around them, with hints of sweat and other things he can't place, and her face is... Pretty. There's no other word for it, especially when she's smiling like that. His eyes catch on the little brown flecks that dot her cheeks. Maybe her own kind of war paint?
His daze lasts only a couple of moments before he remembers he's being grappled by an enemy, and squirms- but it's not a useless squirm. His movements actually expertly slip him out from her grasp, landing on his feet in a fighting stance. He steps back to put space between them, his hand moving for his dagger and brandishing it at her.
"Don't touch me, vermin," he hisses.