Had Hotaru known of the girl's past, of her potential triggers, she would not have been so lenient with her magic. Though a woman in her own right, she is still so young to Hotaru, and she would no sooner drudge up such trauma than punch herself in the eye. But there is little time to dwell or question, to discern Melita's reactions when they are immersed in movement and munitions.
Her fist lands true against the redhead's torso, and Hotaru dances backwards across the sand to give Melita a slight reprieve, a chance to strike on her own merit. Not too far, but just enough. The girl is fast if nothing else, and Hotaru rolls with the blow, letting it skim over the pointed tip of her shoulder and using the momentum to twist her left leg and raise the right, aiming a kick from hip level at Melita's center mass even as her shoulder smarts from the glancing blow.
Her fist lands true against the redhead's torso, and Hotaru dances backwards across the sand to give Melita a slight reprieve, a chance to strike on her own merit. Not too far, but just enough. The girl is fast if nothing else, and Hotaru rolls with the blow, letting it skim over the pointed tip of her shoulder and using the momentum to twist her left leg and raise the right, aiming a kick from hip level at Melita's center mass even as her shoulder smarts from the glancing blow.
Will you stay with me tonight?
You could be my cure
You could be my cure
