[Training] dreams of slaying

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

He was catching on to her precision and calculations – and she was certain she was only succeeding due to the newness and foreign nature of the hydra. Eventually, he’d figure it out. The movement of the multiple heads meant she had to think this time around – exits suitably blocked from her next intended onslaught and target.

Upon the bare minimum of consideration, the smuggler simply ducked - rampaging onward and flinging herself underneath the snapping jaws, whipping tail, or opposing skull, hoping she wouldn’t be caught somewhere in between. Rolling along the hot and ashen earth, she aimed to scrape the tooth along his feet, before rampaging towards the other side.

salvation doesn't look like light
So what remains?

Melita