MELITA
Kaisel hadn’t seen Melita mad mad. This wasn’t the sort of fury that lined her bones or trapped her in caustic, unwinding vengeance; just the type that settled into her gut and stayed there until she layered and figured things out. Sometimes that required force or an ease into the restlessness, or hells, perhaps just a good, old-fashioned bludgeoning. “I didn’t say I’d attack Flora, but its wild magic, so-,” and then she was wondering how it had come to be her fault. “Sometimes it's lightning, sometimes I turn into a fuckin’ frog.” Her eyes narrowed, a shrug rambling through her shoulders, certainly not conveying everything bound up and tightening through her spine. “I was trying for the ducks, honestly.” Then she huffed, a whirlwind of maelstrom considerations endlessly spiraling from one notion to the other. “Just think about shit before you call for one of us, okay? We only get a few seconds to figure out what the fuck is going on.” And even then, she hadn’t really – not truly – assessed any of the situation at all.Maybe she would’ve figured out some portions, but then it was gone again, only to be summoned thereafter to check on her safety. Which, in fairness, had been kind and thoughtful, but gods she’d still been too stunned to know what the fuck had happened in the interim. And cold. And a little apprehensive about her role.
Perhaps that was a line in the sand too – her helpfulness versus the occupation settled upon her. Ludo’s demigod had been summoned for chaos, and not necessarily obliging, charitable, and beneficial means. While her herald might have found it wholly amusing and worthwhile, others might not have felt the same…and then she could understand why it’d been the first time anyone had bothered to send for her.
Wondering why she was beginning to hurt her own gods damned feelings, her face turned mulish. "Yeah, yeah, sure,” probably sounded like a false promise, but she was already hopping the fence into the training grounds, watching as he backed up. She hadn’t gone off in hand-to-hand combat in a long while, and she knew her strength; understood the layers beyond the god powers. So while she wound up, it wasn’t with all that keen vigilance and violence; stoked just enough to fire her fist towards his right shoulder.
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¼. Melita tries to punch Kaisel in the right shoulder (lightly).
See I've come to burn your kingdom down
