Tara-Elani

Fight The Furies [8215] 565 words A foot connected with the side of her head and sent her sprawling sideways into the dirt. She didn’t have the time to recover and was forced to roll away as her assailant pursued, attempting to stomp on her to keep her down. She barely managed a respectable leg sweep that forced her opponent back, earning herself some breathing room. “Hello to you too, dearest,” Sarain grunted, spitting out dusty sand and strands of her own snowy hair. Audra’s grin was sharp, stormy grey eyes sparking with mischief. “Daydreaming, were we? I hope it was about me.” Her voice was rough like gravel, like the life she led. Only a few years her senior, the young elf was not like the delicate ladies she saw in the nicer districts of Miras, the ones caked in face paints and adorned in shimmering jewelry that could have afforded her a month’s worth of meals and rent. She was short, stocky and solid as stone but her presence was a lightning storm - crackling, commanding and