daughter of the sun; you belong only to yourself
Well, this was a little disappointing. For all her strategies and skills, for all the mirrored movements, in the end, she didn’t need to defend herself at all – instinctually drawing her staff before her, only for a minuscule tap to pluck at her shoulder. “Oh, you’re going to have to do better than that,” and she shook her head. “They’ll eat you alive, Sam.” They signifying anyone in these parts, willing to snatch, claw, rip, and tear at the slightest inclination of weakness. This world would see him as an easy target, to rob, to sink at the bottom of the sea. To do away with as if he were nothing – and Melita knew that wasn’t what Samuel conveyed.
So perhaps showing him how to defend would be easier. “Okay,” she sighed, inhaling a breath of fresh air, pondering the best descriptions. “When I come at you,” and here she held a mocking movement, instilling pretenses into the fold, one hand still behind her back, “You can pull the staff out in front of you, and twist it in any direction, in attempt to block.” She demonstrated several times, swiveling her armament forward, backward, spinning it sideways, as if it were nothing more than an extension of her arm. “Ready?” The honeybee youth proffered when the visuals were complete, lunging forward, intending to whip her munitions towards him from the side.
So perhaps showing him how to defend would be easier. “Okay,” she sighed, inhaling a breath of fresh air, pondering the best descriptions. “When I come at you,” and here she held a mocking movement, instilling pretenses into the fold, one hand still behind her back, “You can pull the staff out in front of you, and twist it in any direction, in attempt to block.” She demonstrated several times, swiveling her armament forward, backward, spinning it sideways, as if it were nothing more than an extension of her arm. “Ready?” The honeybee youth proffered when the visuals were complete, lunging forward, intending to whip her munitions towards him from the side.
Melita
