Sohalia’s stance spoke of some level of inexperience; either in the muscle, movements, or motions altogether. Maybe a little too passive, as if waiting for everything and everyone else to strike before she could maneuver. Melita was the opposite, rarely biding her time.
So as she clipped the Luminary, she snickered, then rotated swiftly to the right, feeling the brush of the Attuned’s fist rummaging past the fabric of her dress. “Close,” she offered with a respectable nod, before unwinding along the distance in liquid, refined strides, and intentionally stepping towards Sohalia’s spine, intending to lightly punch towards her upper back.
So as she clipped the Luminary, she snickered, then rotated swiftly to the right, feeling the brush of the Attuned’s fist rummaging past the fabric of her dress. “Close,” she offered with a respectable nod, before unwinding along the distance in liquid, refined strides, and intentionally stepping towards Sohalia’s spine, intending to lightly punch towards her upper back.
melita
then I became the fire
