Date: 2009-03-17 09:33 pm (UTC)
"I really hate it when people go put words in my mouth." Aya sighed, "But I guess it's just inevitable." When one doesn't share their opinion too often and must be judged by their actions at least.

A grin slid across her face, shoulders hunching just slightly and grip tightening on the strange variation of her trademark weapon. "Dance.." she said the word as if tasting it, unbothered by the green fire, "Nothing left for me to do but dance." Her stance shifted subtly, "All these bad times I'm going through, just dance."

No more waiting. No more posturing. She didn't even warn the others as she exploded into movement, violent, like a wild animal leaping onto its prey. Her strike didn't come from the spine, but from her foot of all things, swung in a roundhouse kick as she pivoted her body. Fire of her own followed the foot, colored a bright, furious red, sharply contrasting with Maleficent's own. "Got canned heat in my heels tonight!"
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