MELITA
A brief moment of satisfaction in landing a hit; but Melita knew better than to gloat. Were it any other time she might have – contemplating snickering, smirking, enjoying and reveling in the most minute of victories – but there were times and places. Not in the midst of a skirmish, when concentration had to be funneled down to another’s movements, actions, and where to go, where to maneuver, how to employ the best tactic. Calculation had never been her style – more of a impulsive, impetuous, muscle-memory designation.Except she hadn’t anticipated this motion either.
No sooner had she made her connection, than Hotaru took full advantage of it, grabbing hold of her knee, and the youth’s instinctual pull to get away, sent her reeling backwards, ass into the dirt. For a moment she sat and stared, blinking rapidly, going over the previous notions in her head. “Well,” she uttered, but then had nothing else to go on – the approval bizarre, when she thought she hadn’t earned or deserved it.
From here though…
She kicked out again, heading towards Hotaru’s right knee.
See I've come to burn your kingdom down
