MELITA
The youth’s expectations for this spar had flown by the wayside as quickly as it’d begun – her prior motions still following those wayward boundaries as Hotaru was struck and felled too. Perhaps it’d been more from laughter than the girl’s own attack, but something still the same.But then Hotaru advanced, and suddenly Melita was a scurrying fiend, backpedaling on her hands and feet much like a crab, striving to maintain distance from the other woman’s grip, no intentions of being pinned into the surface (and a whole host of memories were dragged up there too – and none of them good). Thereafter, she rolled, twisted, and turned, attempting to get herself upright, not dragged into the dunes. On instinct, she kicked out, feet striving to ensure Hotaru stayed far away while she rose to her feet.
See I've come to burn your kingdom down
