stars in the skin
Melita had been so unbothered by much of the monsters within Caido, that this was no less of an inexperience. She could see the big thing moving and grumbling, and partially rolled her eyes, heaving a deep sigh when Colt didn’t seem for the culmination of danger, conspiring, and blowing shit up. “Pfff. I’m not going to be its chewstick,” she handwaved away, borne of confidence and experience – because first of all, she could always blast it from her ship, and second, she could go invisible and the gigantic lummox wouldn’t be able to find her to do said chewing.
To demonstrate, she maneuvered off to the side as it came lumbering towards them with a gigantic hiss, shooting off another round of cannon fire and fodder. The spray of confetti made a neat little addition to its anger, pressing over its rounded eye sockets much like eyebrows as it contorted and writhed in pain, dismay, and obvious bouts of righteous hostility.
Nonplussed, having taken down yetis entirely on her own, she skipped over towards a rock, content to be out of its way as it decided on who to bother. Continuing the conversation as if nothing was going on around them, she hummed a little under her breath, head tilting as she decided whether or not to use her own arrows and their elements. “Happy? Like…cheery and shit?” Maybe he had gone to Frey…but he also hadn’t asked for help yet, not after all the times she had Iskra had offered.
Allogator: 1124/1266
To demonstrate, she maneuvered off to the side as it came lumbering towards them with a gigantic hiss, shooting off another round of cannon fire and fodder. The spray of confetti made a neat little addition to its anger, pressing over its rounded eye sockets much like eyebrows as it contorted and writhed in pain, dismay, and obvious bouts of righteous hostility.
Nonplussed, having taken down yetis entirely on her own, she skipped over towards a rock, content to be out of its way as it decided on who to bother. Continuing the conversation as if nothing was going on around them, she hummed a little under her breath, head tilting as she decided whether or not to use her own arrows and their elements. “Happy? Like…cheery and shit?” Maybe he had gone to Frey…but he also hadn’t asked for help yet, not after all the times she had Iskra had offered.
Allogator: 1124/1266
Melita
and fire, iron, scales
