[Training] dreams of slaying

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

Oooh, the tail.

Riding on the modest and mediocre success of her last strike, she didn’t consider the tail as a plight, at the moment. Maybe because it didn’t have teeth.

It didn’t do anything to ward her off, unfortunately, following after his movements, rampaging right along with a merry incline of impulse, stupidity, and audacity. She could hear the loud clacking sound of fangs and jaws but having heard this many a time within many a dangerous moment, she didn’t much care – not even pausing, aiming to graze the giant tooth across one of the multitudes of scales. Just enough to say she had.

salvation doesn't look like light
So what remains?

Melita