[ there's that moment of old maine in the huff, in the acquiescing to carolina's call for a training throwdown without pomp or circumstance. her team, her family, had been so used to that. and shit, for all the hurt, she really has missed maine.
whether she imagines his expression changing or not, she forces herself on that instead of their last meeting as she mirrors his stance, readying herself. flexing her fingers, she curls them into fists, shifting her weight back and forth on her feet a few times to keep herself light; fighting out of armour is always different to fighting in it, but she's tried not to let herself grow lax either way. still, being out of practice will show here even if it hasn't anywhere else. maine knows how to fight her. ]
Alright.
[ a rally for both of them. before, she would have hung back to offer him the first swing. but the second she holds now, snow flickers at the corner of her vision and she can't tolerate that gesture of friendship. the first punch is for his face, as sure and as confident a swing as ever. ]
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whether she imagines his expression changing or not, she forces herself on that instead of their last meeting as she mirrors his stance, readying herself. flexing her fingers, she curls them into fists, shifting her weight back and forth on her feet a few times to keep herself light; fighting out of armour is always different to fighting in it, but she's tried not to let herself grow lax either way. still, being out of practice will show here even if it hasn't anywhere else. maine knows how to fight her. ]
Alright.
[ a rally for both of them. before, she would have hung back to offer him the first swing. but the second she holds now, snow flickers at the corner of her vision and she can't tolerate that gesture of friendship. the first punch is for his face, as sure and as confident a swing as ever. ]