[ A question for a question, since this is a problem with no immediate solution. Littered with scrapes, Tartaglia rises to his feet, poised to strike but curbing the impulse. Hardly unscathed, these nascent bruises on him are blistering in the same way that blood rusts metal, everywhere that he's been struck. Shaking the tremors out of his fingers, Mira's spared a stronger rebuttal for once. His tone is articulated so softly, like he's finally practicing placation. ]
I'll go easy on you. We can call it quits once you're ready to give up.
[ Or maybe Tartaglia's just waiting for hostility to come rushing up to him again. ]
closes my eyes as well
[ A question for a question, since this is a problem with no immediate solution. Littered with scrapes, Tartaglia rises to his feet, poised to strike but curbing the impulse. Hardly unscathed, these nascent bruises on him are blistering in the same way that blood rusts metal, everywhere that he's been struck. Shaking the tremors out of his fingers, Mira's spared a stronger rebuttal for once. His tone is articulated so softly, like he's finally practicing placation. ]
I'll go easy on you. We can call it quits once you're ready to give up.
[ Or maybe Tartaglia's just waiting for hostility to come rushing up to him again. ]