#wars narmaya....................heart eyes

[shiningstages]

don't worry. i'll do the rest. djeets....from narmaya.....(guy whos not writing her atm

meme post | @dawningsky

Stabbing her dual swords into the earth to steady herself, Djeeta tries her best to stand her ground, even as it all wobbles beneath her. Mixtures of sweat and blood mixing together as it trickles down from both the cut on her forehead and the gash in her shoulder - her shower later was going to hurt, but it wasn't like pain was the issue here. The issue was that she couldn't get her footing, and she needed to move; needed to be fighting with her crew. They had all been fending off wyverns for what felt like millennia, and just when the knights assured them that the whole village was safely evacuated, of course that's the comfort she needs to make her slip up. The slightest relief; the briefest distraction - the screech of a beast to bring her back to reality, turning to meet claws and fangs way too close, and her life once again flashing before her eyes. A familiar gaze that made her sick. Blocking her chest and the scar that rested on it out of pure instinct, she's sent flying with cuts and slamming into a tree to get bruises, the wind knocked out of her and the sky turning dark for the briefest moments. But no, she had to get up. She's been beaten up worse; been through worse. Wake up; struggle upwards; regain your breathing; complete the mission; defend the people; defend your crew -

She finally hears Narmaya's voice once the ringing in her ears stops. The next thing she realizes is that she's panting; gasping for air, unable to get a good intake in. She's gripping at the hilts of her swords so hard her knuckles are bone white, and she's shaking like a leaf. God...what a good "captain" she was right now. No, no, don't think that. Something inside her wages a brief war of it's own, with Narmaya's voice on the winning side, bringing Djeeta down from her moment of a panicked adrenaline high. Both of those energies start draining from her body, gasps turning into gulps of fresh air until she finally starts to level out a bit, and grip on her swords...still tight, but relaxed enough.

Ah...the wyvern that attacked her is dead. Good job Narmaya...she'd have to pat her head later. Her thoughts are slower than her sight, and by the time she thinks that, Narmaya is already poised in front of her. Katana in hand, already in one of her signature fighting poses, and then saying that...Djeeta coughes out a laughing. God, she's so cool. She should definitely take her out to dessert too. All of the crew after this, actually...they all deserved it. Her strong and fantastic crew.

Half-lidded gaze and a smile finally forced back onto her lips, even with blooming pains radiating over her body, Djeeta settles into a comfortable kneel. "Then...I'll leave the rest to you, Big Sis." She hopes she sounds just as cool, even if her peppy tone mixes with her scratchy and strained voice.