MELITA
Her arrow rings true, but the girls cry of victory does not get to last long. The dark of the forest still overwhelmed, consumed her, made her feel small, claustrophobic, trapped. Amalia lept, a fierce animal in the frenzy of a kill (how bizarre that the shy baker could so quickly become a force of nature, in it's bloodied and wild glory).
When the strike was over she rushed forward, trying to use her strong legs to pursue the disappearing Shia. In the dark she was stumbling, determined but unsure of the layout of the ground - this would be her undoing.
The bear trap closed around her ankle and the pain was burning, intense, all-consuming (it was bad.) -- she screamed, a rare sound to come from the usually stalwart girl, but the metal teeth tearing into her flesh was enough to bring Melita to panic as she fell hard to the ground. "Amalia, help!!"
When the strike was over she rushed forward, trying to use her strong legs to pursue the disappearing Shia. In the dark she was stumbling, determined but unsure of the layout of the ground - this would be her undoing.
The bear trap closed around her ankle and the pain was burning, intense, all-consuming (it was bad.) -- she screamed, a rare sound to come from the usually stalwart girl, but the metal teeth tearing into her flesh was enough to bring Melita to panic as she fell hard to the ground. "Amalia, help!!"
