MELITA
A probably disconcerting range of confidence extended over her features in a massive Cheshire grin. Slightly feral. Mildly wild and deranged. Had she hit her mark even more she’d probably be intolerable. “That’s right,” she murmured to the beast as it intended to limp off, suitably chastened by their efforts. Except the honeybee wasn’t done, and she’d like the creature to remember exactly who it had messed with.Continuing in her armed fashion, the honeybee grabbed for one more electric arrow. Hopefully that would be enough to end the notions of the predator even thinking of remaining. Once more, she notched, locked, and loaded, before aiming and rallying, watching it sail and soar forth.
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Pew pew pew, Melita shoots another electric arrow at the molten tiger.
She's so hard to please
But she's a forest fire
But she's a forest fire
