MELITA
Turning around in time to see Shia just behind her, salivating and looming, the girl took a step backwards, but not in fear; to prepare for the fight. She was not one to back away, to cower; the sunshine girl had learned long ago to let her heart become hard as steel, to lift her weapons and defend herself relentlessly, determinedly.
So she did. Perhaps she was not Attuned, not blessed, not loved by the Gods, but she had her own tricks. Drawing the bow and setting within it an arrow bathed in flame she loosened the shot, not caring to know why this man was attacking, but only how to stop him. The arrow did not have far to travel at a close distance and once it had fired she looked to see Amalia's location.
At first she could not see her, then she saw the bird descending down. Melita smiled, glad the both of them were not the sort of people to give up without a fight. They would be victorious, she was sure.
So she did. Perhaps she was not Attuned, not blessed, not loved by the Gods, but she had her own tricks. Drawing the bow and setting within it an arrow bathed in flame she loosened the shot, not caring to know why this man was attacking, but only how to stop him. The arrow did not have far to travel at a close distance and once it had fired she looked to see Amalia's location.
At first she could not see her, then she saw the bird descending down. Melita smiled, glad the both of them were not the sort of people to give up without a fight. They would be victorious, she was sure.
