Thread: ≒ To the Scar in the Sky We March | Dragon Age Inquisition | sixlikesgore. ≓

RE To the Scar in the Sky We March Dragon Age Inquisition with sixlikesgore. Luckily for both Varric and Leila's sake, - mostly Leila's - Cassandra's ears had fallen deaf to their Inquisitor's assumption. And it was a good thing, too, considering if the woman had heard it, she immediately would've gone so red in the face between her anger and embarrassment, she wouldn't have known what to do. Other than storm off back towards their closest encampment to sulk by herself in one of the tents. Even so, Varric's laughter didn't make her feel easy at all, and he only worsened her opinion on why he would've been laughing in the first place when he made his suggestion. Sticks. She implicated, dully looking over her shoulder at the dwarf. She knew there wasn't much room in the matter when Leila's face lit up, however, and she simply bit her tongue as the rogue went off to fetch pieces of driftwood, and broken pieces from wreckage's. Seeing some of the items size that she'd collected, Cassandra's slightly unamused look flashed quickly away, growing more content with the idea under the pretenses that she could swing around a much larger object than her sword. As the items were dropped between them, she allowed Bull to go for the more obvious pick out of the batch, arming herself with the slimmer plank and the shield-plank she'd found. Testing the weight on both her arms, she mentally shrugged, not too fond of the fact that the wood was soaked, but in a rainy place like this? What wasn't. Twirling her twist as Lelia started to announce the brawl, something Cassandra probably would've felt more easy without her doing, she eventually let the slimmer slab of wood stop short against the plank she was doubling for a shield with a loud clash. At Iron Bull's invitation, she simply gave him the first smile since they'd strolled upon his company's presence, lunging towards what appeared to be his right side rather quickly after his words, hoping to catch him slightly off guard. However, she wasn't aiming for the Qunari's right side, not with his eye patch being over his left eye. At the last second, she dug her left foot into the rocky ground, shifting her momentum to lash her plank just underneath the only patch of armor that was meant to strictly protect his ribs on the man's torso, ducking her body to try and sweep under any overhead attacks he might come with from the sudden jab. It hadn't been a severely hard jab, not meaning to break skin or leave marks, but it was harsh enough that it would hopefully make an impression in the Qunari. Don't tell me what you make up for in strength, you lack in speed, she teased, low enough only for the Qunari to hopefully catch. In all honesty, she was starting to enjoy this every second her adrenaline started to pump harder the training dummies at Haven wouldn't fight back. The Iron Bull definitely would. The spark of cockiness didn't remain long, however, only lingering in a ghost of a smirk that had pulled at the corner of her lips, reading her 'shield' just in case she needed to brace a blow - if she'd even be able to. Doing this with an audience to witness everything probably wasn't the most intelligent course of action she'd committed within the past few months. But the adrenaline she was already feeling was well worth it.