Aspel Cassul: When in doubt, Aspel! (weaponry) wrote in emillion,
ARRIVAL – Aspel/Ari/Drake/Rictor/Mag/Lex - CLOSED!
"Has it?" Aspel's tone was easy, a smile crossing her face at Mag's commentary about how the other woman might have missed it. The smith couldn't help the laugh that slipped out. "I hope not too much." The comment was oddly sincere but amused at the same time. "I do not wish to be dragging your body off the field today, so keep it together this time, no?" It was a joke, but a little pang of panic shot through her heart and body. If Mag fell today she... She wouldn't be able to cope.
Fingers reached back, checking the shotgun at her back before her attention was immediately caught by fingers against her face. Cheek leaning into the touch almost immediately, a gloved hand rose, fingers wrapping gently around Ari's for a moment. Leaning down the kiss would be met. When it broke a low "Mm." Emerged from deep in her throat before repeating the words as Ari had just spoken them, a hint of tenderness creeping into the lowered tone. "For luck." Then Ari was off, closing the distance between herself and Drake. A curious tilt of her head was given at the action before a soft smile played at Aspel's lips.
"Drake," Aspel called, taking a few swift steps toward the man and gesturing for him to come closer, hoping to shorten the distance that would be required to be traveled. Regardless, she'd slip up into his personal space, a hand running over his shoulder and up his neck, shifting his head and her own body to place a kiss against his cheek. A long pause would be taken, simply allowing herself a moment in his personal space before low words slipped out, her tone full of guarantee. "I still have promises to fulfill." Another few seconds would be left lingering before she shifted away, tilting the sword with a rolling of her wrist. Battle could already be heard breaking out around them. With that, her helmet was pulled up, the visor left up for a moment.
"Ari. Mag." A nod of her head was given in their direction with the somewhat ordered names. "Take care for one another." And with that, Aspel flipped down her visor with a roll of fingers and switched her sword up, moving forward with aggression towards what threatened her home, family and friends.