Melita snorted as Sohalia spun away, which only gave her half a moment to try her own evasion. The Honeybee was swift on her feet, always had been (and it’d saved her a lot in the past), but this time she felt the blunter edges of knuckles briefly colliding into her shoulder. It’d be enough to shake off, but also presided and provided a layer of irritation upon herself, to be better, to be focused.
Rushing forward, she strived to crowd into the Luminary’s space, perhaps catch her by surprise, perhaps rush her into doing something foolish, and aimed lower in a rush of movement and motion, attempting to pin a punch at the woman’s ribcage.
Rushing forward, she strived to crowd into the Luminary’s space, perhaps catch her by surprise, perhaps rush her into doing something foolish, and aimed lower in a rush of movement and motion, attempting to pin a punch at the woman’s ribcage.
melita
then I became the fire
