MELITA
The threats were all around, beguiling and alarming, and her heart should’ve been marching in a jackrabbit crescendo, frantic and distraught, pulsing in foreboding madness. Perhaps the more ominous faction was the fact that it wasn’t; cool, calm, and collected in the face of danger, because she’d seen its face so many times before. Her breath was fire and brimstone, her actions were swift opuses and oeuvres to disaster and ruin, and her movements were grounded, earthen, shown the way by so many people who’d tried so hard to teach her. Her first strike was true, but the second only found air, and she leapt over the first wolf and thought to pursue the other wretched little demon, destined to be the bigger monster, the fiend, the infidel they never saw coming. She was a phantom, she was a wraith, she was tireless and merciless, an unrelenting particle of flesh and bone, her staff swinging into the midnight air, egging the world on. Do your worst, her savage motions polished in neat etches, in fine details, in broad scopes of treachery launched from her endeavors. For I will do mine.Phoebe’s efforts were reactionary, but at least she was not totally defenseless; Melita watched from the corner of her eye as her rock landed against one of the wolves, the corresponding yelp signifying all she needed to hear. Two down. How many more to go? “Good work!” she hollered and encouraged over growls and howls, her audacious grin encountering Phoebe’s quivers and shakes, coming back to stand next to her, listening to Fangorn follow, in step with the motion of her ankles, as ravenous as she.
Another wolf tried their luck, meandering around Phoebe’s left side, proffering its intentions with hackles raised and slow, stalking movements. The honeybee child, wild and savage, swung her staff again, hoping to crack it along the beast’s ribs or skull, yearning to hear a dull thud, a broken whim, a promise of never again.
But this distraction meant one more could try its luck, and Melita didn’t see as she turned her back, as she offered an opening; and this canine, seemingly the boldest and most daring of the pack, made to launch at both of them, hoping to encounter and entangle its mouth around either girls’ flesh.
See I've come to burn your kingdom down
