/But lovely one, how can I hold still when you make my very being feel alive?/ He doesn't seem to be listening, as the farm-hand moves closer to her and goes to take her hand. He wobbled a bit, falling to his knee.
His buddy however, had grabbed the pitch-fork and was just starting to raise it in preparation to strike with a snarl of anger on his face. Adrenaline was coursing through him and he hadn't yet realized his balance was off.
Nita could handle herself right?--but magic required concentration, and she couldn't get that if she was dealing with a love-struck fool and his buddy. Stupid need to blend-in; letting out a snarl of frustration himself Trunks moved. Upping his speed a bit, dodging and weaving to get from afflicted person to afflicted person--still pulling punches just enough to knock them out. There are probably going to be bruises too and some broken bones along with people hitting the ground or a haybale or a wall.
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His buddy however, had grabbed the pitch-fork and was just starting to raise it in preparation to strike with a snarl of anger on his face. Adrenaline was coursing through him and he hadn't yet realized his balance was off.
Nita could handle herself right?--but magic required concentration, and she couldn't get that if she was dealing with a love-struck fool and his buddy. Stupid need to blend-in; letting out a snarl of frustration himself Trunks moved. Upping his speed a bit, dodging and weaving to get from afflicted person to afflicted person--still pulling punches just enough to knock them out. There are probably going to be bruises too and some broken bones along with people hitting the ground or a haybale or a wall.