MELITA
A breath or two, fanning away the trauma of the past, trying to immerse her concentration into the here and now, not sliding away into those details and particulars that blurred, blinded, and halted. Her fist connected with Hotaru’s shoulder, but just barely, and there was some amount of frustration behind that – for all her efforts in weaponry, in munitions, in those armaments she so favored, she’d left herself open. What would happen if she didn’t have rocks, bows, or staffs? Hotaru’s kick came at her, and the youth shifted, attempted to back off, away, but felt the other woman’s foot brush against her right hip, a smarting insulation doomed or damned to slow her down had it been any harsher. In retaliation, the honeybee youth abruptly maneuvered forward, as best she could, intending to lash out with her left leg towards Hotaru’s stomach.
See I've come to burn your kingdom down
