On 3. 1...2...| Iso v. Kaj

[JUDGED] On 3. 1...2...| Iso v. Kaj

Isopia the Mountain That Knows Posts: 780

Dragon's Throat Apostle atk: 6.5 | def: 10 | dam: 8.0

Mare :: Tribrid :: 18hh :: 3 - is now aging slowly HP: 90 | Buff: NUMB

Hubris :: Royal Bronze Dragon :: Shock Breath & Frost Breath & Babel :: Royal Gold Dragon :: Fire Breath Odd

10-07-2015, 10:00 PM (This post was last modified: 02-15-2016, 09:49 AM by Official.)

Isopia was still not entirely sure she liked being told what to do. It was something she rallied against during her days in the Edge, and still persisted now. Time had not tempered her opinion of democracy and rank-based authority. As far as she was concerned, reason would always reign supreme. It just so happened, that with this task, she at least saw the point of it.

So, Isopia lingered next to the Blood Falls, waiting for Kaj. The two always seemed to meet next to a body of water, and something about the ruby-red pigment that the water always seemed to hold, seemed especially fitting. This was a spar after all, and while the dramatic flair of the background stirred no feelings of battle-rage or anxiety within the demi-god, it still somehow seemed like a good place for this. If only to keep up the appearance that she was normal in at least some regards.

Then again, Kaj knew her better than that, even if he still did not know her name.

Snorting, Isopia turned to scan the skies. Her golden gaze scanned a sky dappled with clouds. Her eye lashed compressed to block the sun from her eyes as she passed over the noon-day orb. Would Kaj merely descend to attack her? Would they speak? Isopia's experience with sparring was pathetically short, but her errors numerous. She simply did not understand. Not of this came naturally to her, as other more academic or philosophical pursuits did. Her mind seemed more naturally to gravitate towards turning inward and thinking, than it did to fashioning her body into a weapon. Still, objectively she was aware that her lineage did lend itself well to this aspect of being.

But it all seemed more or less unaffective. Couldn't she just argue an opponent into submission? Isopia was fairly certain she could.