Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13593058-20160813171701/@comment-27743663-20161210075740

Marain had a plan mapped out all in her head. First she would go for a feint attack, aiming for a gut punch since it was the only thing she could re- hit. It had nothing to do with her size whatsoever. Then she would follow up the feint with a jump, aiming straight for his chin and going for a knockup.

But, well, life was cruel and never worked out as one wanted it to inside their head. Otherwise, she wouldn't be letting out a high-pitched squeal of surprise as she was forcibly poked. It hurt a lot actually, especially with his force. On sheer instinct alone, she lashed out with her dress, three tendrils in the front stretching out to wrap around Carnelian.

The sudden realization of what she was doing and how weapons weren't allowed came back to her, hastialy recalling her tendrils before they came into contact with Carnelian.

Well...she should have changed into her uniform beforehand, so something like this didn't happen. It was hard to fight, ignoring the trained instincts of a weapon that's on you. Hopefully it didn't cause too much a disruption...