mama bore a girl with a gun for a mouth
A long breath went through her; not a sigh, but just some manner of relief that she could combine another skill into her repertoire of malicious talents. Her head tilted, listening to his intended, though shouted, whims. “Yeah? You’re just gonna hang on tight when fighting things?” She teased, nose wrinkling again as she watched him line up his shot. This one was far superior to the others, and her eyes widened, brows lifting, signified some manner of impression without giving it all completely away. She did a low whistle instead, not unlike a cat call, before advancing upon the target again.
“That would be cool. Kind of like my bow.” Which she could demonstrate later – her gaze had narrowed into a finer focus once more, hand holding the ax and twisting its dimensions around until it felt comfortable in her grasp. Then she lined herself up, repeating as she had before, and hurled the armament. There’d been a little more power behind it, perhaps to ensure the hit matched Iskra’s, and it bludgeoned off to the side with an audible crack in the bark before falling into the earth. “That any better?”
“That would be cool. Kind of like my bow.” Which she could demonstrate later – her gaze had narrowed into a finer focus once more, hand holding the ax and twisting its dimensions around until it felt comfortable in her grasp. Then she lined herself up, repeating as she had before, and hurled the armament. There’d been a little more power behind it, perhaps to ensure the hit matched Iskra’s, and it bludgeoned off to the side with an audible crack in the bark before falling into the earth. “That any better?”
Melita
of both beauty and battle cries
