MELITA
Several newcomers gave her pause, mainly Loren and Kiada, and only because of the bad blood between each. She offered a small, tight smile towards the Launcelyn out of mere courtesy, and the Harpy received a death glare. Oia’i’o was an unexpected delight that caused her to muffle her laughter, and at Jigano’s presence, she arched a brow as he maneuvered in between her and Kiada. But there’d be no prevention of their antics today – she could feel it in her bones, beneath the surface of her skin. One of her hands gripped her staff tighter, and others nearby could likely hear Fangorn’s resigned sigh.But the youth listened to the rules too, mainly to see where she could angle her weapons, her munitions, and what the main goal was. The insinuation of no murder seemed oddly pinpointed, and she huffed under her breath, eyes glancing over to where the imaginary line supposedly started. Common sense? Play fair? Oliver hadn’t been around Melita or Kiada enough.
The teams were interesting, and with one last snarl drawn in Kiada’s direction, the girl turned towards Loren, who’d designated himself leader of their assembled. Her eyes flicked up towards him, half-tempted to be a battering ram and say no, but for the sake of beating the other team (and especially the Harpy), she accepted it with a begrudging intonation. “Truce.” His plan seemed practical, at least in theory, because who knew what would actually happen out there – and then the slightest of smirks wound their way along her mouth; a dignified nod indicating she understand where she’d be useful. Destruction.
So she lined herself along the perimeter, their boundaries, stalking, savage measures, staff in her grasp, bow and quiver at the ready.
You're all gonna watch me
Disappear into the sun
Disappear into the sun
