Melita
they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive
of the women they burned alive
Only giving herself a silent little tehe at the whack to the ankle, Melita was forced to back away, and quickly, to evade the next strike. She’d concede it was a worthy plan, just, you know, only in her head, considering she had to wander further and further out of range. It kept him out of her dangerous tethers for the moment. Granting a slight wrinkle to her nose to indicate any irritation and concession of the Dragoon’s plan, she mustered onward, rotating the staff through her grasp while she contemplated another step.
Striving to use speed in her favor, she whipped around again to his left, intending to get into a closer range and snap the staff at his hip.
Striving to use speed in her favor, she whipped around again to his left, intending to get into a closer range and snap the staff at his hip.
because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life
to bring a whole wildfire to life
