MELITA
All Melita could do was watch – and perhaps that was the most agonizing.She’d chosen her position, due to inexperience, due to wanting to watch others, due to being likely the weakest of the lot; but it was so hard to stand back and witness those she knew being assaulted, trifled with, bombarded against. During the Rift’s bedlam, she hadn’t had any options or choices, the decisions had been impulsive and impetuous, but made to extinguish those who’d dared to harm her family. Was it any different now? She nodded at Ronin’s affirmation but ground her teeth and clenched her jaw, yearning to swing her staff straight into the banshee’s side – only to protect them.
And maybe they didn’t need her at all: Remi was quick and swift in his actions so his claws didn’t slash and lacerate into Emmett. The aforementioned seemed no worse for wear. The barricade still stood. The monster still shrieked from Roana’s blunt force. The torches were lit, the flames billowing, curling and coiling amidst the howls and roars; and so she kept adding, digging her heels in and grabbing hold of more of the stakes, ready to grab hold of her comrades if necessary, eager to do something in the glow of the firelight, in the hollowed junctures of terror and upheaval.
See I've come to burn your kingdom down
