K'nahli's natural agility proved to be much in her favour. The addition of the natural difficulties that came with running at such speeds over this uneven terrain while armed with a lance as opposed to a simple bow certainly had proved it's merits too. Against all expectations, K'nahli had quickly managed to close the distance that had been put between her and the hastily, fleeting K'rahto, despite the youthful tia's own rather impressive speed and the head start he had so readily offered himself.
It all happened so quickly that the girl hardly had time to think; against all preservative instincts which she had for her own, precious bow, the girl quickly cast her weapon aside into some nearby shrubs before pushing forward with all that she had and closing in for the final few yalms.
Bringing herself into a very, brief alignment with the tia's flank, the girl wasted no time and suddenly leapt toward him with all of her strength, wrapping her arms around his body and successfully tackling the rogue fool down toward the ground.
Together, the two miqo'te hit the arid ground with a hard landing, though their momentum was not so easily lost. K'nahli was forced to embrace to the male more tightly as they were both thrown into a harsh roll that violently carried them across the rocky ground a fair distance away from where they had started, before they finally came to an eventual stop.
Despite some inevitably acquired cuts and bruises the girl - at least - was perfectly fine, and with that unhindered state, she made sure not to give the tia so much as an ilm of room that he may quickly recover himself and resume with his reckless intent to prematurely assail their prey. Sitting on top of him now, K'nahli gripped K'rahto firmly by his exposed shoulders and shoved him hard into the ground with all of her strength, uninterested in any wounds his exposed back may have already acquired from their tumble across the floor, until he was successfully pinned down to the best of K'nahli's ability.
"What in the seven hells is the matter with you, you arrogant fool?" K'nahli suddenly hissed lowly, bringing her face in a little more closely to his than would normally have been comfortable in an effort to keep their so-far, bumbling presence discreet from the nearby herd... assuming they hadn't already detected the pair's scuffle.Â
"Even if you had landed one while it was yet unawares, what would you have done had the others grouped up and charged?"Â
Her vibrant glare seemed to glow in the darkness of the night as they narrowed sharply in greeting with K'rahto's, momentarily dazed expression. The girl's previous discomfort with his mere presence still remained forgotten to her, even with this proximity as the sudden rush of adrenaline had forced meaningless thoughts from her mind. Though her eyes remained fixed upon the tia's as though expectant of a reasonable answer, she knew none could possibly come.
K'rahto, as always, had merely sought new means to irrefutably prove himself as an incompetent fool.
It all happened so quickly that the girl hardly had time to think; against all preservative instincts which she had for her own, precious bow, the girl quickly cast her weapon aside into some nearby shrubs before pushing forward with all that she had and closing in for the final few yalms.
Bringing herself into a very, brief alignment with the tia's flank, the girl wasted no time and suddenly leapt toward him with all of her strength, wrapping her arms around his body and successfully tackling the rogue fool down toward the ground.
Together, the two miqo'te hit the arid ground with a hard landing, though their momentum was not so easily lost. K'nahli was forced to embrace to the male more tightly as they were both thrown into a harsh roll that violently carried them across the rocky ground a fair distance away from where they had started, before they finally came to an eventual stop.
Despite some inevitably acquired cuts and bruises the girl - at least - was perfectly fine, and with that unhindered state, she made sure not to give the tia so much as an ilm of room that he may quickly recover himself and resume with his reckless intent to prematurely assail their prey. Sitting on top of him now, K'nahli gripped K'rahto firmly by his exposed shoulders and shoved him hard into the ground with all of her strength, uninterested in any wounds his exposed back may have already acquired from their tumble across the floor, until he was successfully pinned down to the best of K'nahli's ability.
"What in the seven hells is the matter with you, you arrogant fool?" K'nahli suddenly hissed lowly, bringing her face in a little more closely to his than would normally have been comfortable in an effort to keep their so-far, bumbling presence discreet from the nearby herd... assuming they hadn't already detected the pair's scuffle.Â
"Even if you had landed one while it was yet unawares, what would you have done had the others grouped up and charged?"Â
Her vibrant glare seemed to glow in the darkness of the night as they narrowed sharply in greeting with K'rahto's, momentarily dazed expression. The girl's previous discomfort with his mere presence still remained forgotten to her, even with this proximity as the sudden rush of adrenaline had forced meaningless thoughts from her mind. Though her eyes remained fixed upon the tia's as though expectant of a reasonable answer, she knew none could possibly come.
K'rahto, as always, had merely sought new means to irrefutably prove himself as an incompetent fool.
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Characters: Andre Winter (Hy'ur) / K'nahli Yohko (Miqo'te)
