Melita
yes, yes, I am wild
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
Listen, Colt had asked for advice; and Mel was going to give it, even if it had a distinct lack of sugar-coating.
Ah well – take it or leave it, as the Honeybee often did. And wallowing in failures wasn’t going to get them anywhere (the demigod would know, as sometimes pouting or being enraged was her favorite pastime). “Better,” she hummed and snickered, her staff batted away from crunching against the other woman’s feet.
But that meant Melita had to be sharper too, and she took her own credentials and experience, sliding off to the right, swift and keen and certain, where she could potentially wallop Colt from behind as well. Raising her armament so it wouldn’t be all unjustified power and anger, she simply wanted to see what the Accepted would do, when striving to bat away the weapon coming towards her back.
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4/4. Melita dodges to the right and tries to whack Colt in the back.
Ah well – take it or leave it, as the Honeybee often did. And wallowing in failures wasn’t going to get them anywhere (the demigod would know, as sometimes pouting or being enraged was her favorite pastime). “Better,” she hummed and snickered, her staff batted away from crunching against the other woman’s feet.
But that meant Melita had to be sharper too, and she took her own credentials and experience, sliding off to the right, swift and keen and certain, where she could potentially wallop Colt from behind as well. Raising her armament so it wouldn’t be all unjustified power and anger, she simply wanted to see what the Accepted would do, when striving to bat away the weapon coming towards her back.
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4/4. Melita dodges to the right and tries to whack Colt in the back.
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
