Melita
they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive
of the women they burned alive
Getting in close was becoming an issue, as once more, the wielding of his armament kept her from pushing inward and striking with far more tenacity. Leaping and bounding out of his extended reach still left an impression and ghostly trail of moving air very close to her frame; enough that she narrowed her eyes and contemplated (a rarity) a different maneuver.
Maybe she could just rush in? Or bat – oh right.
Rather than dance along the edges and try to fire away, the Honeybee motioned right towards the Dragoon’s hand – the staff in her grasp intending to bat at his armed and weaponized limb. Maybe he’d drop it. Maybe he’d intercept it. Maybe he’d pull something else off. Either way, she was game to attempt.
Maybe she could just rush in? Or bat – oh right.
Rather than dance along the edges and try to fire away, the Honeybee motioned right towards the Dragoon’s hand – the staff in her grasp intending to bat at his armed and weaponized limb. Maybe he’d drop it. Maybe he’d intercept it. Maybe he’d pull something else off. Either way, she was game to attempt.
because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life
to bring a whole wildfire to life
