Pandora Montgomery (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} pandacharms) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg, |
She waited, perfectly balanced on the balls of her feet. She felt rather than heard the faint scrape the chair made as it began to move; her shoes had been charmed all her life for sensitivity given her disability. She'd long since processed it as naturally as anything else. She waited just long enough, though not idly, so he wouldn't think anything of it. She flicked a few annoying spells at him.
As his shield approached, Pandora dropped to the side like a puppet with her strings cut. The shield got just a bit of her head. She ignored the pain, going into a rollto keep from being run over by the chair. On the way down, though, her wrist flicked and rolled, tossing conjured sand up at his face from where she was behind the shield; the rest of the wrist roll flung a vicious stinging hex at his groin.
In the roll, she swung the staff around toward his knees, just enough power that she could break something of his at the correct angle. The other arm kept the shield up above her. She moved quickly, like the snakes of her house, and evenas the staff swung she cast with it, a sweeping jelly leg jinx. She kept moving, doubting he would stop either; she was always quick on her feet. She refused to be put down in the first minute of their fight. She would make him work for it.