Agrias/Mustadio
Damsel in Distress
The battle was upon them. Agrias was immediately in the thick of it, sword flashing brightly--and the divine power she wielded through it flashing even brighter. Blood and noise was everywhere.
Mustadio, however, stood rooted in place, watching...the battle, yes.
The part of the battle with Agrias' flying hair, the part with her freshly applied lipstick. Lipstick on lips slightly parted for the knight's heavy breaths. Lips that trembled with the effort she exerted.
The part of the battle in which the tails of her coat billowed up, allowing Mustadio an opportunity to observe her--
Agrias spun toward him, slicing the air in Mustadio's direction, and he went rigid as a clap of thunder just behind him nearly deafened him. He was certain that if he checked at that moment, the hair in his short ponytail was comically spiked by the massive amount of electricity that had just coursed through the area around him.
After the battle, Agrias placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "Do not look so guilty, my friend. I have been rescuing you from the enemy's swords since we first met--and since I value your friendship, I would be glad to continue to do so."
Then she passed on by, no doubt to rest in the bar and listen to rumors of the continuing political intrigues of the country. But long after she had gone, Mustadio could swear he felt a tingling where she touched him that was entirely unrelated to the lightning she had called down next to him.
The battle was upon them. Agrias was immediately in the thick of it, sword flashing brightly--and the divine power she wielded through it flashing even brighter. Blood and noise was everywhere.
Mustadio, however, stood rooted in place, watching...the battle, yes.
The part of the battle with Agrias' flying hair, the part with her freshly applied lipstick. Lipstick on lips slightly parted for the knight's heavy breaths. Lips that trembled with the effort she exerted.
The part of the battle in which the tails of her coat billowed up, allowing Mustadio an opportunity to observe her--
Agrias spun toward him, slicing the air in Mustadio's direction, and he went rigid as a clap of thunder just behind him nearly deafened him. He was certain that if he checked at that moment, the hair in his short ponytail was comically spiked by the massive amount of electricity that had just coursed through the area around him.
After the battle, Agrias placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "Do not look so guilty, my friend. I have been rescuing you from the enemy's swords since we first met--and since I value your friendship, I would be glad to continue to do so."
Then she passed on by, no doubt to rest in the bar and listen to rumors of the continuing political intrigues of the country. But long after she had gone, Mustadio could swear he felt a tingling where she touched him that was entirely unrelated to the lightning she had called down next to him.