Melita
they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive
of the women they burned alive
With some measure of disappointment from the spitfire youth, Amun didn’t go faceplanting into the sand. He stumbled and bumbled, but remained upright, which caused a flash of a grin on her end. It could’ve been from amusement, goading, or anything reeling around her mercurial, emotional zeal – not bothering to reflect on the particulars.
Instead, she had to focus on his next bout of attacks. Striving to dodge backwards as his fist came flying, she wasn’t fast enough this time, and with a grimace, a clenching of her jaw, his strength came rampaging along her right arm. Enough for a biting, then numbing collective in her senses, an insistent shake of her limb to make the sudden leashing of pain cease.
It didn’t, but Melita remained an unrelenting force, attempting to use her feet again, kicking towards knees this time.
Instead, she had to focus on his next bout of attacks. Striving to dodge backwards as his fist came flying, she wasn’t fast enough this time, and with a grimace, a clenching of her jaw, his strength came rampaging along her right arm. Enough for a biting, then numbing collective in her senses, an insistent shake of her limb to make the sudden leashing of pain cease.
It didn’t, but Melita remained an unrelenting force, attempting to use her feet again, kicking towards knees this time.
because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life
to bring a whole wildfire to life
