never let it be said that shepard lacks insight. if all those years living on the streets offered anything, it was the ability to read people really fucking well. a woman like jack? a force to be reckoned with, but not one nearly as out of touch as some might be quick to think. she’s more than happy to talk in the way they know best —— and relishes the thought of a few new bruises to wear with pride. head tilted to the side, she her neck cracks with a satisfying noise, a playful glimmer in blue / brown irises. stepping onto the mat, she finishes wrapping her hands, but never once does her gaze falter, energy cracking beneath the surface. when a wolf meets the wild.
❝ ——— that’s my girl . ❞
hair pulled out of the way into a messy ponytail, she falls into a defensive stance, grinning with teeth bared.
❝ let’s see if you really hit as hard as you think you do. ❞
𝐴𝑆𝐾 𝑅𝐸𝑆𝑃𝑂𝑁𝑆𝐸 : [ @bi0tic . ]
