[Training] land legs

MELITA

The youth didn’t have anything against Saiden. He hadn’t committed any wrongdoing upon those she considered family. He hadn’t caused her ire to spike for some inexplicable reason. But there was still the slightest curl of satisfaction as he gasped for air after her strike; the feral grin emerging along her lips.

She backed away from the wild slashing, a warning sign, and thought to prepare for her next onslaught – when the water burst from him, spraying, cascading down around, upon her, a healthy dousing that streaked into laughter. “You could’ve said you needed a break.” No adversaries, no monsters, no mayhem here. She waited for a moment or two, tapping her foot along the ground – pondering over his answer. “Have you ever found treasure?” Or had it all been a ruse?

When it appeared he’d had enough time in mending, the honeybee burst forward again, a rush of movement and motion, aiming for a hilted strike along his lower leg. For variety.

You're all gonna watch me
Disappear into the sun