[Training] [se] I wanted them to fear me

Melita

Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down

She waited and watched – because something was amiss with Koa, and she couldn’t quite pinpoint it. Didn’t have the luxury of viewing it either, for it seemed to be intangible and internal, stifling and grappling with the Dragoon after a few moments. All the while, she listened too, head tilting vaguely at the mention of how they’d studied mortals and demigods (still, kinda weird but maybe it was because her formal education had been on survival and not much else). “Huh. Well. Hope it doesn't last too long.” Then she cringed, a little, uncertain about the apology floating through her teeth. “Sorry.”

But then he was slugging at her, and she had to do something else with this Wild Magic. Backing away, she could feel the fringes of his fist slide across her upper arm, not as strong as it could’ve or should’ve been, but enough to feel as she summoned another portion of Ludo’s incantations.

And another loud round of applause from the expanse.

to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun

Words hung above but never would form
Like a cry at the final breath that is drawn

"'s fine. It's what we're here for." He tries a reassuring grin that comes out rather haggard. Weak and tired and maybe half dead, that's how Koa feels.

It gets better when he lands a hit- not because he's damaged Mel, but because he's healed himself. It's one of his first times properly testing out the gloves, and the success is brightly satisfying. "Neat," he declared, holding up his wrapped fists for Melita to observe. "Ludo made them. One hurts, one heals. Not bad in a pinch, right?"

The description is met with a round of applause from their ghost audience. Taken off guard and unsure of how else to respond, Koa bends into a stilted half-bow, his handsome face bemused. "Um... thanks?"

Koa Carpenter

Mama said, burn your biographies
Rewrite your history, light up your wildest dreams

Melita

Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down

Not to worry Koa, more ridiculousness was on the way.

She rubbed her arm at the slide off and graze, mulishly wrinkling her nose, listening to the alterations in punching notations. “Huh. Cool.” As long as he remembered which was which, she supposed.

Pretending the round of applause was nothing, because she’d already had to do that once or twice, she instigated another crescendo. Except, this time, it was just…a seemingly endless surplus of rubber ducks reigning from the sky and drifting downwards; all shapes and sizes, all wondrous hues, coming from nowhere and everywhere simultaneously. She didn’t even have the heart to look mad – simply a glorious queen in her wake of…fake waterfowl.

Maybe one would hit Koa in the head.

“No explanation for this one either,” she managed to quip with merely a shrug.

to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun