I want roses set on fire
And I, well I want what’s best for me
While Sam was plenty embarrassed about his poor showing, he couldn't help the little laugh at Melita's comment: had she not seen his stooped posture, his stuttered speech, the delicate way his hands curled around each other? "They we-were going to anyway." He told her, rather sure that the only reason he'd survived so far was a combination of Zeph's protection and pure dumb luck.
At least they moved to defense, something he felt he might have a better chance at. Holding the staff out and adjusting til he was stood solidly, he prepared himself for Melita's approach.
This time, things went better. He held the stick out towards her swing and while the clatter of the hit made him step back just a little, he held firm, pushing back against her and avoiding being hit. Nodding with a smile as if to say he now understood how to do it, he waited for another attack.
At least they moved to defense, something he felt he might have a better chance at. Holding the staff out and adjusting til he was stood solidly, he prepared himself for Melita's approach.
This time, things went better. He held the stick out towards her swing and while the clatter of the hit made him step back just a little, he held firm, pushing back against her and avoiding being hit. Nodding with a smile as if to say he now understood how to do it, he waited for another attack.
And I, I think I know just what that means
Just what that means
SAMUEL
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