Dragoncrest Cliffs i make boys cry

It doesn’t take much to take the girl down, sending her tumbling. Thuringwethil doesn’t rush forward, instead watching to see how long it takes her to right herself and get ready once more. It is not quick enough, given the amount of time she where she’s able to lunge at her. She keeps planted, rooted in the ground but her front end remains defensive. She chuffs, and slaps her foot against the ground invitingly and she braces herself for what the petite child has to offer.