12/28/2025, 2:33 PM
Skill:
Rolling 1d5: 5
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He seemed to pivot around her movements easily — she was too predictable, she thought with a bite. The Wolf remained planted, digging into the earth and pivoting his body to mirror her own, making her shoulder charge far less effective than she'd imagined. Instead, he was able to rally her momentum, transforming it into a recoiling push of his own.
Tiberii felt the heavy force against her, her own shoulder pushing back into her chest and winding her. Her feet wobbled, balance disrupted thanks to Wolf's careful plan. A rough exhale escaped her lips as the wind flew from her chest, her body knocking a few perilous steps to the side as she fought to retain her balance while regaining oxygen.
A smile tugged at her lips as her eyes looked toward his own. Citrine met purple, and she flashed him a playful, challenging smirk.
But it did not last long, for this time she would move in a different direction. She'd been displaced toward his flank, and she would move forward with a quick burst from her back legs. While she moved, she aimed to lift a single forearm and hook it over his back (shoulders, flank, wherever she ended up), this time hoping to drive her weight downward atop him instead of simply barreling forward.
