MELITA
Melita positively hummed with rapacious and brutal excitement, rampaging and stomping over to the cannons like an old friend she hadn’t seen in a millenia. She rapidly fired off orders to the rest of the crew, and gave a sinister, Cheshire grin as she aimed her own. Sure, the one time this had worked had been the Spire, but maybe luck and time and all that had been on her side. “Fire!” She shouted, intending for all of them to burst and flicker and flow forth towards the bastard whales; yearning for an explosion of skeletons.
Some satisfaction, you know?
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Melita fires the cannons!
help tonight to split its seams
Give the bruises out like gifts
Give the bruises out like gifts
