Thalassa
They created the monster
Not much time had passed since the last arrow, but it was still too long without any visual cues for Thal to be certain that Melita was still participating in their spar. Her companions suggested that she did, yet the strike of her claws against air and the utter lack of attacks suggested otherwise. What was she supposed to do at this point? Should she just leave? Take off into the sky? Thal had never been a patient person, and this was trying what little she had.
This time, as she roared out onto the beach, it was one of challenge mixed with the lingering frustration. She no longer threw out her legs in blind rage, instead whipping her body around, using her tail to sweep the area as she tried to goad the demigod into an attack so they might finish what they'd started.
This time, as she roared out onto the beach, it was one of challenge mixed with the lingering frustration. She no longer threw out her legs in blind rage, instead whipping her body around, using her tail to sweep the area as she tried to goad the demigod into an attack so they might finish what they'd started.
and then asked why I bite.
