Melita
yes, yes, I am wild
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
“Eh, anyone can learn,” she mentioned at the first admittance. “We all had to start somewhere.” Whether that was ranch riding, skyship flying, or the very long list of ways to harm others and/or defend oneself.
Once Colt acquired a stick of worthwhile means, Melita got into her usual stance, well-honed into muscle memory. “Always think about how you want to fight too. The way you balance your body has effects on how you’ll fight.” Like if someone was off-kilter, would the Honeybee take full advantage of it? Fuck yeah. “Sometimes you’ll know how to defend yourself instinctually,” like how she snagged at the bat like movement, blocking it entirely with her own armament, letting it absorb the blow with nothing but the slightest tremor through her fingers.
Then she maneuvered it towards Colt’s shins with one hand, just to see what she’d do.
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¼. Melita blocks Colt’s swing and tries to swing her staff at Colt’s shins.
Once Colt acquired a stick of worthwhile means, Melita got into her usual stance, well-honed into muscle memory. “Always think about how you want to fight too. The way you balance your body has effects on how you’ll fight.” Like if someone was off-kilter, would the Honeybee take full advantage of it? Fuck yeah. “Sometimes you’ll know how to defend yourself instinctually,” like how she snagged at the bat like movement, blocking it entirely with her own armament, letting it absorb the blow with nothing but the slightest tremor through her fingers.
Then she maneuvered it towards Colt’s shins with one hand, just to see what she’d do.
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¼. Melita blocks Colt’s swing and tries to swing her staff at Colt’s shins.
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
