( maybe this time, she will manage to hold a weapon up herself and not panic over the notion. Which is a shockingly simple notion, perhaps but she hopes, and hoping will do, for a partner that will take the time - )
Oh, no.
( she doesn't need to know her name to think she doesn't mean busines, and she doesn't have to be a good fighter to know that this woman is fit and capable and terrifying and everything Gilia subsequently wasn't. ) I'll, I'm, I.
Yes.
(riveting, Gilia. Truly a vote of confidence and as the pen in her hands takes the form of not a sword, spear or knife. But a shield. Maybe if she just threw it at her she might have a chance? )
I.
Oh, no.
( she doesn't need to know her name to think she doesn't mean busines, and she doesn't have to be a good fighter to know that this woman is fit and capable and terrifying and everything Gilia subsequently wasn't. ) I'll, I'm, I.
Yes.
(riveting, Gilia. Truly a vote of confidence and as the pen in her hands takes the form of not a sword, spear or knife. But a shield. Maybe if she just threw it at her she might have a chance? )