Mantras of self - esteem echo in her. ‘I’m strong.. I can do this too..!’ because it was all she had now. Unable to display feebleness before him. But her knuckles are too tender, too pale. And his warnings are alarming and cold; she’s overthinking every muscle, every second, every detail before her - not all around her. So like a shadow, he’s near. He’s haunting and too close. A gentle, but firm thrust at her side, something already mentioned as the fatal flaw, has left her on the ground to the sound of a thud. Those knees, knob-like, give. Hesitant to climb again, so she sits.
Self-reflecting while wearing a pout, embarrassed? A bit too much. Fearful? More than she’d admit. He’s intimidating, after all.. a ghoul-killer, and strong and knows a`lot about things. More than she. If she chose to remain on the floor, would it be against the rules? Her actions will be telling, opting to do as such until told otherwise. “ ..Sorry for not being fast..” / src • @white-reaper