MELITA
She snorted, but understood the need to push on, the chance to prove, to implement, to wield instead of being dragged below the surface. But this was practice, and not ingrained in reality – the moves might’ve been, but not the surrounding circumstances. This time though, even as she struck, his approach held faster. His boot rendered with her calf, and with no way to defend herself, the youth went down, plopping along the grass and ground with a surprised expression rounding along her features. Ordinarily, she would’ve been cross with the entire thing – irritated, annoyed that she’d been felled so easily. However, this one just seemed foolish, and she laughed in spite of it all. Ensuring her sword was still in her grasp, she rolled over, and then back up – and seeing he signaled for a break this time, she set about checking the mark on her leg, certain it’d eventually be a gigantic bruise. “Just let me know when you’re ready.” Then they could start again.
You're all gonna watch me
Disappear into the sun
Disappear into the sun
