MELITA
Well, where was the fun in that?A pivot, a turn, a shift, and he was gone; nothing left for her staff to strike except air. A small growl bubbled and brewed from the cluster of irritation in her throat, but she remained undaunted. How many times had monsters slipped out of her reach? How many times had she been brutalized, only to rise again? How many times would the world have to see her diminished and torn before she showed them exactly what she was capable of?
It was a swift, wise move to utilize his momentum; could’ve been costly for her had Melita not experienced a multitude of eldritch forms, both human and not, leering at her from darkness, from shadows, insistent upon plaguing her figure with pain, torment, and anguish before she succumbed to their efforts. Oh, not here, not today; keen and light and bounding, she swiveled and ducked to the left, the whoosh of his staff just reeling past her ears.
From there though, a little lower to the ground, she opted to try and secure another vantage point. Her staff, cool, calm, and collected in her palms while her mind seethed, while her machinations echoed, while pride managed to instill its harsh reign in her chest, swung back to the right, intending to try and hit him behind the knees.
See I've come to burn your kingdom down
