[SE] If I hit the bottom will I break?

melita

and she recklessly plays with matches

Very content to be nothing more than a shiv in someone’s side, Melita waited out the exchange while still making her way through her bag, as if pondering over which weapon would suit the man best. Knocking him upside the head with her staff? Taking off a finger with one of her daggers?

It was almost a shame when the man saw she wasn’t bluffing, continuing in agreements and accord. She still gave him a look as they began walking away, for she wouldn’t forget the moment, before they bounded off and away, and she hummed under her breath at the thought of tortillas. “Good,” she grinned, some portions edged in malice as she glanced back at Iskra. “Lots of things. But he probably figured I’d set fire to his whole fleet.” Which she would, no question. “I’ll show you later,” was a very vague promise of violence – inclining her brows up and down, before meandering and carving her way through the crowd.

They weren’t too far anyway, and it wasn’t a surprise to see a line forming outside the shop. “Ooh damn,” was a whisper, before she beelined over to ensure they had a spot.