[Training] spun in winding circles

Melita

they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive

She was only mildly disappointed he didn’t permit the whacking of his legs; it might’ve been somewhat humorous to see someone go pitching forward, falling into the brink. Instead of meandering into some vicious comedy though, the smuggler had to pivot, twist and turn out of his incoming breadth. She maneuvered and swayed, not unlike a cat, ducking from the incoming blow to her shoulder so it whooshed over her arm, but it was still much closer than she would’ve liked.

Amused, she amplified her speed then, and swung her staff with all the poise, speed, grace, and power mustered in her breadth, intending a rounded smack to his ribcage.

because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life