Elijah Black
Roll of the dice
[member="Des Kovak"] | [member="Kaia Vullen"]
Zylah's eyes were glued on the interaction between Kaia and Des, and she laughed light heartedly. In a sense, they were kind of cute together. It hadn't looked like it from her angle as it happened, but she saw that Kaia looked like it had hurt. Wait, was he actually putting strength into that grip? That was unnecessary, she thought. She was quickly losing an interest in Des. Zylah was social and enjoyed the company of others, Kaia in particular. But unlike Kaia, Zylah would not go through extreme lengths to accommodate disagreeable people. Though Kaia's devotion to her quest of befriending Des was amusing to watch, Zylah was about to suggest that they leave him be and go elsewhere.
Laughter faded quickly, as did any resemblance of a smile. She stood there, mouth open in gasp, watching what happened. She had not expected violence in place of discussion from her fellow Jedi Padawan. It was so unexpected. Zylah was caught off guard, and even after the fact she was trying to process what had just happened. He.... punched her? He punched her? HE PUNCHED HER?!
There were so many things that upset her about this. One, Des was bigger and older. He should know better. He was picking on someone weaker. More importantly, he was picking on Kaia. Zylah didn't ask questions. She didn't ask him what he was thinking, how he could do such a thing, nor did she try to calm them and call for peace, like a Jedi mediator might've. Zylah was a woman of action. As Des turned to her, he'd see a fist flying his way. Zylah was enraged, furious. She snapped, and lashed out with a powerful punch towards his face, putting her entire body weight into it. Big guy or not, if that one landed, it would hurt. And she was not done. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. And kark was she scorned.
Zylah's eyes were glued on the interaction between Kaia and Des, and she laughed light heartedly. In a sense, they were kind of cute together. It hadn't looked like it from her angle as it happened, but she saw that Kaia looked like it had hurt. Wait, was he actually putting strength into that grip? That was unnecessary, she thought. She was quickly losing an interest in Des. Zylah was social and enjoyed the company of others, Kaia in particular. But unlike Kaia, Zylah would not go through extreme lengths to accommodate disagreeable people. Though Kaia's devotion to her quest of befriending Des was amusing to watch, Zylah was about to suggest that they leave him be and go elsewhere.
Laughter faded quickly, as did any resemblance of a smile. She stood there, mouth open in gasp, watching what happened. She had not expected violence in place of discussion from her fellow Jedi Padawan. It was so unexpected. Zylah was caught off guard, and even after the fact she was trying to process what had just happened. He.... punched her? He punched her? HE PUNCHED HER?!
There were so many things that upset her about this. One, Des was bigger and older. He should know better. He was picking on someone weaker. More importantly, he was picking on Kaia. Zylah didn't ask questions. She didn't ask him what he was thinking, how he could do such a thing, nor did she try to calm them and call for peace, like a Jedi mediator might've. Zylah was a woman of action. As Des turned to her, he'd see a fist flying his way. Zylah was enraged, furious. She snapped, and lashed out with a powerful punch towards his face, putting her entire body weight into it. Big guy or not, if that one landed, it would hurt. And she was not done. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. And kark was she scorned.