Anger, they had told her, would be her greatest tool. Igniting the fel that now coursed through her veins to bring a heightened state of fury. To embody vengeance, anger was certainly the fuel. So they had said…
But to her? It was nothing but blinding, unfocused rage. It didn’t heighten her senses, nor bring about a warrior that she had never been. Nothing but a distraction serving everyone else but her as the disparaging comments came from her own internal echo chamber, and now outside of it. There was no way to channel this raw frustration so early into her tenure and not a chance to will it down below.
Korrinths final swing in a series of mad and untrained met nothing but air as Kryntora flung herself away with the help of her wings. Leaving the redhead snarling as the gust from such an action kicked up dust in her direction. Only serving to add to the pot of mounting frustration that the other Illidari was intent on stirring. But in it’s wake… something curious happened.
“I can’t watch this anymore. You’re embarrassing me.” The barbed words laced with honey rung in her head once more. “She can’t manuver her glaives as well as you can a long sword, stupid. Work around her.”
Was it… trying to help her?
“Why would I listen to you?” Korrinth spat out. Her choice of words might even be seen as a response to Kryn’s own taunting comments.
“You’re not going to die in a spar. The sooner I can get you out of here, the sooner I can leave this prison after your demise.” Even for a demon, those words rung with some truth.
Shaking her head to dispel those thoughts, Korrinth once more charged forth with blinding speed. Closing the distance between her and the blonde with her sword arm cocked back in swinging position- the same tactless move she had used in her earlier charge. Though this time the redhead dropped before colliding with the other, entering a slide that was only slowed by her steel impaled in the dirt. Skidding right passed Kryntora until she was circled around to the back of her opposition. And in that instant Korrinth abandoned her second sword as she pounced forward into a tackle aimed to take Kryntora to the ground.
Kryntora fell backwards with a loud thump, grabbing Korrinth’s wrists before she did any damage to herself. She was quite honestly caught off guard by the other woman lunging at her. Her back and wings definitely weren’t too happy with her predicament, either. That hurt a little more than she’d expected, and she made an attempt to sit up just a little, despite still holding the other’s wrists. Despite being brought to the ground a playful giggle managed to find its way out of her throat. She couldn’t tell if that was her doing or not.
By the looks of it, Korrinth had won their little spar. Kryntora hadn’t exactly tried her hardest, but she was mostly concerned with if Korrinth could at least get her down or not, which she had been able to with a little bit of quick thinking. That was good! She often tried to balance when she was fighting people who were newer with sparring, she’d sometimes relax if she felt the situation was getting a little too intense.
She sat there for a moment, still holding on to the other and attempted to keep Korrinth from attacking her further. Kryntora’s demonic ‘friend’ however had different ideas. The succubus residing in her head was screaming less than favourable words at her, especially considering the situation she was in. She was fighting, shut the fuck up! In a haste to get her lovely demon to be quiet, she quickly shoved Korrinth off of her, bringing a hand to her forehead.
“You’re fucking obnoxious.” She thought to herself before turning her attention back to Korrinth. She dug her palms into the dirt, stretching her leathery wings and catching her breath after having her back shoved into the ground. Regardless of her demonic abilities, some things still caused her discomfort and she wasn’t quite used to the wings on her back. They required her to learn how to properly fall without damaging them. Clearly, considering the pain that shot through them at the current moment, she needed more practice.
“Alright, you win. I need a sec, please.”
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