it was already difficult to spar with yang when they were focused. ren so often fell into the state of mesmerisation when they observed her fight, swift grace and a beauty that came with unrelenting power. they could feel themselves falling into the same trap now, in a position where it would no doubt prove their downfall. is this what sailors felt like, when siren’s called them to their doom ? now, jade blades rise up just in time to block ember prosthetic, magenta hue wide, wild, a flurry of sparks rising along metal. ren had been on the defensive the entire match.
their strength already paled in comparison to hers, ren’s style focused more on dismantling weaknesses and going for the most vulnerable parts, but apparently yang could wield multiple blades too. compliment comes sweet, unexpected and flirtatious ; “ hey, you look pretty hot like this. ” scowl marred elegant countenance, flush rising to cheeks, the bridge of their nose as they faltered in step. ren had no witty remark to fire back, vernacular drying up on ashen tongue. their only response was a puff of dragon smoke on their next exhale, smog a clear sign of nervousness — of desire. ( plotted starter — @moltensuns. )
