Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
On a very long, impudent sigh, Melita watched her arrow go flying outwards on the gust of wind. Lame. She’d have to bolster other tactics then.
Unbothered by the size and magnitude of Thalassa’s shift (soz, she’d seen a lot and battled far scarier things), the Honeybee ran across the sands, intending to get wildly out of range of the Ancient’s teeth.
And then, of course, employed her own smirk, before becoming invisible.
With the recent upgrade, Thalassa wouldn’t be able to detect her via footprints either, thank gods, so even as she tread and ran, she left no trace. Only then, did she aim to fire off another arrow, icy again, at the Ancient’s hind end.
Unbothered by the size and magnitude of Thalassa’s shift (soz, she’d seen a lot and battled far scarier things), the Honeybee ran across the sands, intending to get wildly out of range of the Ancient’s teeth.
And then, of course, employed her own smirk, before becoming invisible.
With the recent upgrade, Thalassa wouldn’t be able to detect her via footprints either, thank gods, so even as she tread and ran, she left no trace. Only then, did she aim to fire off another arrow, icy again, at the Ancient’s hind end.
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
