Tidas stared passed the dust at his wife's face, and instantly regretted letting his love of fighting get the better of him. If looks could kill, he would've been burned to ashes in a firey death a hundred times over. After Skye had gotten to her feet, her voice was eerily low as she said; "So that's how it tis, huh? Okay then.."
In less than the blink of an eye; Skye was in front of Tidas, and sending him flying. Even Hao had flinched at the obvious pain caused by the force of her elbow-driven body slam. Tidas skidded across the dirt floor for several feet before he was able to get a grip, and stop himself from tumbling.
As he got up into a crouched position, Tidas readied himself for another blow, but it never came. Skye hadn't moved after her initial hit, and stood rooted in her spot with a deep grimace etched on her face. It reminded him of the scrunched, angry faces she'd make as a child before walloping him, and a familiar nervousness shot through his body.
