[Training] [se] we light the way

Melita

Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down

The first few rounds could always be a test, a trial, of one another’s abilities. And Melita certainly never intended to be a predictable force of nature – too much wilderness, too much tempest, too much sedition and revolution and mercenary vows to ever settle amidst the grains. A curl of amusement snagged at the corners of her mouth as he blocked her own wayward launch – jabbing and striking, trying to create distance.

Sure. She could do that.

The staff was an excellent blockade when wielded correctly, catching at the spear in a winding motion before she was off towards the right, fast and fleet of foot. The water churned around her ankles and caused her to spring over the surface, seemingly light as a feather as her anklet did the work, an elemental display furnished only by the Fae. From there, she tried to rush towards his back, potentially open and exposed, to gain and gauge a hit along his spine. Or ass. Because it’d be funny.

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