MELITA
Quanil altered their position, adjusting their stance, back into formidable faculties. She waited again, and they changed their abilities too – brows rising on some level of impressed as the staff went underneath hers, likely hoping to knock it completely out of her hands, instead of the familiar, downward spiral. Her grip remained though, tied and tethered and bound into her palms, the ricochet still bounding down the length of her arms. “Good idea!” She applauded and admired, tucking her weapon back into the crook of her neck and shoulder. “Let’s end there for today. You’ve done a lot.” There was no need to rush it, no need to rattle experiences. They’d done quite enough for one session.You're all gonna watch me
Disappear into the sun
Disappear into the sun