Melita
yes, yes, I am wild
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
Melita had been about to offer her own tactics and abilities (the anklet, mostly), when Thalassa had taken it upon herself to snag the final piece. Her eyes widened a fraction, perhaps surprised at the teamwork and camaraderie displayed, but said nothing.
Once they had all clambered back together, the debris secured by the Ancient and brought over to the pile, there was only one thing left to do. “All right. I think we did a fabulous job.” Her grin came out ever more malicious – clearly intent and excited about what was to come. “Now let’s light this bitch.” From there, she snagged at her elemental arrows and her bow, intending to assist in unfurling the flames.
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Find a way to help light the pile of debris on fire! Melita is using her bow and fire arrows.
Once they had all clambered back together, the debris secured by the Ancient and brought over to the pile, there was only one thing left to do. “All right. I think we did a fabulous job.” Her grin came out ever more malicious – clearly intent and excited about what was to come. “Now let’s light this bitch.” From there, she snagged at her elemental arrows and her bow, intending to assist in unfurling the flames.
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Find a way to help light the pile of debris on fire! Melita is using her bow and fire arrows.
I am the ocean and the battered shore
I will be the passion of thunder, a howl of fury
I will be the passion of thunder, a howl of fury
