by Ryn » Thu Oct 12, 2023 3:29 pm
Not all of the gods that went forgotten did so naturally. Some, though Ryn now struggles to recall their names, had found their end at her hands and it has been so very long since she tasted divine blood on the air. The Morrigan is hardly deserving of this fate but Ryn still savors it all the same. Even as she's grasped and hurled like a puppet on strings she is laughing, at least until she goes crashing through the trees and the air is driven from her lungs.
She tumbles, finds her footing and slides backwards into a crouch, looking down the lane of torn undergrowth and the gouges on the trees where she failed to grab on to. Still she is grinning despite the cuts and bruises. She gives one swift shake of her head to dislodge the twigs and leaves from her hair and sprints towards Sam, zig-zagging, pushing off of trees and leaping along. She got flung maybe thirty, forty yards but she covers the distance in seconds. Most would struggle to keep their eyes on her as she almost instinctively seeks to dodge and weave through the glaring blindspots inherent to all eyes, but Sam isn't most and the eyes she has on Ryn are myriad.
Still, she is fast as she leaps, lashing her kanaf around Sam's waist and yanking her down at the same time as she pulls herself into the air to make her fist meet Sam's face with a punch that has felled bisons.