[Training] two birds with one stone

Maeve

Maeve pushes herself out of the sand, tying off the bag with a huff, shaking her head as she looks over at Melita with a grin. "No, I don't need anymore, but I wouldn't be opposed to culling the flock a bit. We get overrun with these little bastards." She says, jerking her head towards her own whip that rests against a nearby log. Maeve shifts towards it, grabbing the coiled weapon in her hand, fingers flexing around the handle of it.

"First one two five has to get the other a drink?" She proposes, a smirk curling on her lips at the idea of a little competition. Maeve trots back towards Melita, uncoiling her weapon and igniting it with a crack.

So come on, give me a taste
Of what it's like to be next to you
Won't let one drop go to waste
Your metaphorical gin and juice