MELITA
Melita hadn’t received formal training with anything until she was swept into Caido, and others like Alistair, Wessex, and Roana took pity on her poor stances, her lack of grounding skills. In Helovia she’d played until childhood was rendered a lost cause, and within the Rift she used anything she could get her hands on – rocks, sticks, stones, hands – just in order to survive. Makeshift staffs were corded and carved from long, fallen boughs, pathetic bows honed from bending, pliable branches, and a reckless, heedless, tempestuous sway, determination instilled, but otherwise unsated. Too many monsters. Too many demons. Too many times she hadn’t been enough to protect family and friends.Not anymore, she promised herself. She was done being some insipid little thing, with only hisses and howls.
In the midst of preparation though came a familiar inquiry – notably about Fangorn – and her eyes settled upon the pumpkin with absolute fondness, an adoring smile, before it twisted into a smirk in Weaver’s direction. “Yes, a vampire gourd. You’ll find them around here in Leafchange.” Rampaging about, being stomped upon, utilized as irritating fodder – but Fangorn was more than that. A survivor just like her.
Just like all of them.
Then it didn’t matter anymore – streaks of experienced onslaught making and marking its way towards her. They were roughly the same height, but Melita might have had an edge in speed, but certainly not expertise. She refered to the information, the movements, the motions Amun had attempted to install within muscle memory, but Weaver wasn’t so telling, wasn’t so deliberate. The youth raised her blade towards the slashing munitions, attempting to catch it before the wake of its reign came crashing down above her. Thereafter, the fiend intended to push up against Weaver’s, then drag it down, underneath, wood scraping against wood on strength alone, in order to initiate her own strike upon the woman’s left shoulder.
help tonight to split its seams
Give the bruises out like gifts
Give the bruises out like gifts
