20.Nov.20, 03:18 PM
Cazan could only barely hear her dragon as she punched Kor'is again. She wasn't sure what had set this off anymore, words had been exchanged, someone had stalked toward the other, someone had said something else, and she'd punched him. She remembered that part at least, that she'd hit him first. But then he'd punched her back, more words were said, and now they were both on the sands, flailing on the unstable surface it provided. He didn't hit nearly as hard as some of the other men she'd gotten into fights with at the craft hall, but he had the tenacity to keep going.
That was probably his saving grace since her stomach was starting to bother her again and a wave of fatigue was beginning to catch up to her. Cazan paused to catch her breath, straddling the bluerider with one hand braced on his chest, the other still balled up in a fist at the ready. "Just shut the fuck up and stop talking so much shit. Is it too much to fucking ask for you to mind your own damn business? You're not my mother!"