[Training] Strikezone

Melita

I never had a chance to be soft
I was always bloody knuckles

Melita was always ready for violence in whatever form. That likely should’ve seemed ominous or nefarious, but instead she met up with Hadama during LongNight’s reign with a skip, frolicking through dunes and sand alongside her companions. The pool itself was wondrous, even without natural light, and within a moment she had lowered her bag back along the shore. “That sounds fair,” she conjured, contemplating her weaponry. She didn’t have anything to effectively throw - save for some daggers and knives, and the honeybee was certain the merman wasn’t aiming for that sort of deflection today.

So instead she picked up a few rocks, feeling them in her hand, before extracting one in particular. “All right, when you’re ready!” Waiting for the signal and sign, the youth then lobbed a stone, easygoing for the first round.

and shards of glass
I wanted people to be afraid of hurting me