MELITA
She really wasn’t sure if Fangorn and her were suddenly at opposite ends of things.Her eyes glanced at Remi and Rexanna, and if it had been in any other situation, she might have waved and smiled and grinned; but the impending doom and the weird, strangled hold her companion had amidst this bizarre situation had her reeling.
Was it one of his relatives? Was it his ruler, his king?
She swallowed; the apprehension curling around her stomach like a noose, like a knife, until the vine snapped nearby, aiming for Rexanna – and while the other woman unleashed her fireworks, Melita’s resolve set in.
As Fangorn howled back again, the honeybee girl hoped to utilize a distraction. If they were to at odds with one another, best to do it quickly, efficiently, a gulp in her throat as his feral eyes rounded back on the giant. She readied her bow, steadying her arm, grabbing hold of an arrow and fixing it; taut, a breath, a vicious inhale, a savage predilection, and fired towards one of the pumpkin monarch’s eyes.
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While Fangorn continues his odd conversation, Melita tries to use the distraction to fire an arrow towards the gourd's eyes.
See I've come to burn your kingdom down
