Like some child possessed, the beast howls in my veins
The waves called and called, and she stood by their ferocity and deigned to add her own. Beside the swells of surf and shells, the honeybee girl practiced, practiced, practiced, finally beginning to unite precision with tempestuous fierceness and mercurial might.
For once, they weren’t shapeless, haphazard movements laden out in disarray. Her daggers and staff laid out along the sand, next to the steadfast, guarding Fangorn; in case she felt the need to snag at them later. Presently, it was her fists and legs that flew. As if there was an imaginary opponent, a worthy adversary before her, the youth thought back to the tactics Hotaru had taught her. She breathed, winding an arm back to toss a punch that might’ve caught a knave’s throat. She inhaled, swinging out a foot that might’ve landed, plunged, and pounded into a demon’s abdomen. She exhaled, grounding herself into the molten earth, before the pretense of shoving an adversary into the dunes, and mockingly stomping upon their frame.
Thereafter, Melita turned back towards her gourd companion, who managed to gaze at her with sleepy expression. “Didn’t watch a thing, huh?” She snorted at the pumpkin, before bending down to scratch the top of his head.
For once, they weren’t shapeless, haphazard movements laden out in disarray. Her daggers and staff laid out along the sand, next to the steadfast, guarding Fangorn; in case she felt the need to snag at them later. Presently, it was her fists and legs that flew. As if there was an imaginary opponent, a worthy adversary before her, the youth thought back to the tactics Hotaru had taught her. She breathed, winding an arm back to toss a punch that might’ve caught a knave’s throat. She inhaled, swinging out a foot that might’ve landed, plunged, and pounded into a demon’s abdomen. She exhaled, grounding herself into the molten earth, before the pretense of shoving an adversary into the dunes, and mockingly stomping upon their frame.
Thereafter, Melita turned back towards her gourd companion, who managed to gaze at her with sleepy expression. “Didn’t watch a thing, huh?” She snorted at the pumpkin, before bending down to scratch the top of his head.
Melita
