[Training] dreams of slaying

your dreams are all full of war
you are from another time

She waited, though never with a bout of steady patience, already beginning to warm her body up for the inevitable. Springing and light on the balls of her feet, she stretched her arms, listening all the while as he contemplated potential opportunities and incantations.

Her brows furrowed into a tight little line though – she hadn’t been intending to skewer him. “A what?” Hydras hadn’t been fixtures of her youth – dragons, unicorns, and the like, certainly, but neither Helovia, the Rift, nor the current fixtures in Caido, had enlightened her on such a subject. “And you want me to just stab you,” came on a flat tone – eyes narrowing suspiciously.

salvation doesn't look like light
So what remains?

Melita