Timed Shots and Creative Blows (closed rp with ticktock-saystheclock)
Another swing of the clockhand sword. Paige ducked and it missed her by a mere hair.
This is why she put up with the agitating man of time. This adrenaline that filled her body up like nothing else. When one lives for so long they are desperate for excitement and thrills. These duels were just the thing to give her that thrill, that edge.
"My dear, you are going to have to be more creative than that," she teased with a light and accented voice.
She raised her sharpened pencil, aiming for his chest.
"Tick tock. Your time is almost up."











