MELITA
It was a funny trick of fate that Amalia had left her staff back at the first fight. Melita would be laughing, but her leg is burning, twisting the skin around itself and bleeding, and she cannot bring herself to find the humour. In time, maybe, but not right now, when her blood dripped down to her ankle and she held shaking, determined but anxious hands over the wound.
"I will be fine, don't worry." She says, trying her best to be as sunny as she can be, despite the tears in her eyes. Though it turns out she doesn't need to play brave for long, because before Amalia can get very far Shia is coming through the woods, terrifying in his intensity yet for some reason she cannot bring herself to be all that scared.
Especially not when he falls over a root and hits the ground. Immediately the girl seizes her chance, forcing herself to crawl over and taking an arrow from her back, alighting it with fire and plunging it deep, deep as she can, between Shia's shoulder blades.
"I will be fine, don't worry." She says, trying her best to be as sunny as she can be, despite the tears in her eyes. Though it turns out she doesn't need to play brave for long, because before Amalia can get very far Shia is coming through the woods, terrifying in his intensity yet for some reason she cannot bring herself to be all that scared.
Especially not when he falls over a root and hits the ground. Immediately the girl seizes her chance, forcing herself to crawl over and taking an arrow from her back, alighting it with fire and plunging it deep, deep as she can, between Shia's shoulder blades.
