[ This could have gone a lot of ways, and naturally, it goes the way he least enjoys. In a sea of generally unenjoyable things. Moura's laughter rings to the vaulted ceiling above them, and it serves as the last warning to her sudden onslaught. Against him. Allelujah barely has time to register her proclamation before she's descended her reptilian perch to take a lunge at him that he almost doesn't avoid. ]
Our prayers? You've got this all wrong!
[ She whirls on him as an answer, her hair brandishing in a fiery flare of gold and red, taking a cut at him with the flat of her hand. No weapons, save her beasts — he immediately recognizes her fighting style as some kind of martial art. She leaps backwards, heels hitting a coil of her serpent while it attacks elsewhere, and vaults off at him as if she doesn't have to obey gravity. Almost like the Airy's inhabitants he faced off with. Her aggression rattles him, but he manages to keep pace with her attacks by what seems like sheer instinct. His heels slide back when she takes a kick at his balance, shield raising to glance her fists away from him. Moura's serpentine hair is becoming the real problem as she tries to close in on him, the independent creatures snapping their jaws at angles he can't entirely read. If Hux's missed shots are anything to go by, he's not the only one. He grits his teeth.
Allelujah still has two daggers left, but he's only raised his shield to her. Like this, shield grind him down in no time, but he doesn't immediately take the offensive against her. She lulls to momentarily lament her goddess, her unanswered prayers, taking on a melancholy blue. Allelujah stops too. ]
This... isn't right.
[ Something had happened to her to make her this way. And yet — he visibly flinches.
So what? You're going to lay down and die for this woman? Take a look around you! ]
No! That's not it!
[ Has he stopped fighting to seemingly talk to himself? That's sure what it looks like. Moura rears back to rejoin her serpent companion.
I'll do it, if you won't. Just like old times, partner.
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Our prayers? You've got this all wrong!
[ She whirls on him as an answer, her hair brandishing in a fiery flare of gold and red, taking a cut at him with the flat of her hand. No weapons, save her beasts — he immediately recognizes her fighting style as some kind of martial art. She leaps backwards, heels hitting a coil of her serpent while it attacks elsewhere, and vaults off at him as if she doesn't have to obey gravity. Almost like the Airy's inhabitants he faced off with. Her aggression rattles him, but he manages to keep pace with her attacks by what seems like sheer instinct. His heels slide back when she takes a kick at his balance, shield raising to glance her fists away from him. Moura's serpentine hair is becoming the real problem as she tries to close in on him, the independent creatures snapping their jaws at angles he can't entirely read. If Hux's missed shots are anything to go by, he's not the only one. He grits his teeth.
Allelujah still has two daggers left, but he's only raised his shield to her. Like this, shield grind him down in no time, but he doesn't immediately take the offensive against her. She lulls to momentarily lament her goddess, her unanswered prayers, taking on a melancholy blue. Allelujah stops too. ]
This... isn't right.
[ Something had happened to her to make her this way. And yet — he visibly flinches.
So what? You're going to lay down and die for this woman? Take a look around you! ]
No! That's not it!
[ Has he stopped fighting to seemingly talk to himself? That's sure what it looks like. Moura rears back to rejoin her serpent companion.
I'll do it, if you won't. Just like old times, partner.
In the stillness, he smiles. ]