Like some child possessed, the beast howls in my veins
She took the compliment where she could, feeling out of her element despite natural tendencies towards the water.
But she’d never fought in it; only swam, only cajoled, only wreaked havoc. A learning curve all on its own, and the youth had been rightfully shocked that her maneuver even landed. Everything felt slowed down, tumultuous, tempestuous, too many other factors and factions at play. This wasn’t a familiar brink like her staff, her bow, her knives, or even her newest short sword.
Which made it great.
Until he seemingly launched, and she stared wide-eyed as he drifted above, and then sunk upon her shoulders. Feet unsteady and unstable, she shifted immediately downward, back into the brink. Not without fight or peril, and choking somewhat on a lack of air, below the surface, intermingled with the splashes and footfalls, the girl rampaged with fists, intending to launch them into his chest, legs kicking in attempts to regain composure on the sand below.
But she’d never fought in it; only swam, only cajoled, only wreaked havoc. A learning curve all on its own, and the youth had been rightfully shocked that her maneuver even landed. Everything felt slowed down, tumultuous, tempestuous, too many other factors and factions at play. This wasn’t a familiar brink like her staff, her bow, her knives, or even her newest short sword.
Which made it great.
Until he seemingly launched, and she stared wide-eyed as he drifted above, and then sunk upon her shoulders. Feet unsteady and unstable, she shifted immediately downward, back into the brink. Not without fight or peril, and choking somewhat on a lack of air, below the surface, intermingled with the splashes and footfalls, the girl rampaged with fists, intending to launch them into his chest, legs kicking in attempts to regain composure on the sand below.
Melita
