Sakuramoria

“Probably, this kind of sand-based activity isn’t really our thing,” Gideon remarked, addressing Fortis. “But she’s strong,” he nodded towards Vita and, wincing slightly, rubbed his shoulder, which still ached from the heavy glaive blow he had taken the previous week. “I felt it well enough during the tournament. She took down that horned brute like a child, it’s a pity I only managed to do it once myself. Oh well. How about we go play volleyball together?”