Haunted Wood Excuse me while I hit that Woah

astara readied herself, but the attack did not hit -- once more valour was left scrappling, hopping away on four legs in a feigned play of hand astara did not buy for one minute.

she scowled as she watched him go, but waited for him to turn around before she made her next move. this time, she would not be so clumsy as she had been before -- she had every intention of hitting her mark, dice gods and goats be damned.

bearing down upon the boy, astara lunged for the right to feint him --

and then, she lunged to the left, teeth aimed for his leg in the attempt to yank his feet out from under him and pin him under. surely, such a blow would be demoralizing -- but astara had lost herself in the moment, and thought only now of preventing her ass from being handed to her at any costs.