Melita
yes, yes, I am wild
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
Melita’s brow arched as she watched Colt’s movements; the hopping a mild surprise. She took it in stride though, wondering how all that was going to work out, when it seemed to fumble around in a precarious launch. Only a mild giggle managed to leave her lungs, but followed by some words of caution and advice. “Yeah I wouldn’t try that one again. You want to keep your feet on the ground.” Otherwise, someone like the Honeybee, or hell, worse could’ve taken full advantage.
The demigod would give her some credit and kudos for now though, because she needed to concentrate on the stick coming towards her stomach. Dodging quickly, she could only feel the edges and fringes across the fabric of her dress. “You’ll want to use your whole staff on most occasions,” came on a persistent note. “Like this.” She immediately swung back towards Colt, intending to rattle her staff against the woman’s shoulders. “You have more of a chance to hit that way.”
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2/4. Melita barely dodges the stick coming her way, and tries to swing back at Colt’s shoulders.
The demigod would give her some credit and kudos for now though, because she needed to concentrate on the stick coming towards her stomach. Dodging quickly, she could only feel the edges and fringes across the fabric of her dress. “You’ll want to use your whole staff on most occasions,” came on a persistent note. “Like this.” She immediately swung back towards Colt, intending to rattle her staff against the woman’s shoulders. “You have more of a chance to hit that way.”
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2/4. Melita barely dodges the stick coming her way, and tries to swing back at Colt’s shoulders.
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
