Rolling 1d5: 4
Skill: 「 - 」
Amaya once more found herself in the arena, and just as before, she let out a string of high pitched coyote-screams. The girl’s body trembled aggressively from a mixture of unhinged excitement and the cold nipping at her thinly built frame. She wasn’t exactly plump enough to be unbothered by the cold, but it was fine, she was doing very important diplomatic work right now.
Another screech, this time however, Amaya choked and loudly hacked up part of a stick she had eaten earlier. Hm. That wouldn’t do, they needed a clean battle ground. Without a second thought, she lapped up the mess before leveling her gaze back on the other.
Okay, it was go time.
Amaya blinked one eye and then the next, her body appearing as if it might explode at any given moment. With gangly legs, she bolted forward, leaping at Chiharu’s face with no real plan outside of hanging on to the others head like a smelly, matted mask.
Amaya once more found herself in the arena, and just as before, she let out a string of high pitched coyote-screams. The girl’s body trembled aggressively from a mixture of unhinged excitement and the cold nipping at her thinly built frame. She wasn’t exactly plump enough to be unbothered by the cold, but it was fine, she was doing very important diplomatic work right now.
Another screech, this time however, Amaya choked and loudly hacked up part of a stick she had eaten earlier. Hm. That wouldn’t do, they needed a clean battle ground. Without a second thought, she lapped up the mess before leveling her gaze back on the other.
Okay, it was go time.
Amaya blinked one eye and then the next, her body appearing as if it might explode at any given moment. With gangly legs, she bolted forward, leaping at Chiharu’s face with no real plan outside of hanging on to the others head like a smelly, matted mask.
