Like some child possessed, the beast howls in my veins
The youth had known the measures of confidence, and the distinction of arrogance; and she snorted at the man’s predilections for easy, watching as the arrow hit, but well under the bullseye. “Congratulations, you’ve hit them in the leg.” Not a kill-shot, not clean and straight forward, invoking the struggle, the potential for the opponent to come back, to seek vengeance. “Now they can hit you in return.” She shook her head, a whirlwind of folly and mischief, crimson hair following suit in a curtain of red. There’d be no blood spilled here today, but that was what they were aiming, striving, and attempting for – to ensure success through repetition, and muscle memory, so there’d be no need for the distinctions, for fumbling around, when reality struck.
“Okay, last challenge then.” And she maneuvered towards the last target, lining herself up, poised for the foretold predilection. The expanse was vast and wide now, no middle ground or position for error; too much space for an arrow to pummel and hit the plains. This time, for a good show, she selected the electric armament from her quiver; listened to the snap, the crackling, the sizzling of pulsing vehemence. “The same rules always apply.” A calm, assured demeanor, weight in her feet, proper stance coordinated all the more. “Don’t let the further distance intimidate you.” Let nothing stand in your way. No careening monsters, no assailing opponents, no behemoth adversaries could stop and cease the girl, and she wouldn’t expect it of him either.
She released the string, heard the scorching, blistering, scathing sounds gain momentum in the air, and ultimately slide its thwarting dominion into the target, just outside the bullseye. Perhaps it didn’t matter, with the power gnawing and gnashing its way through the wood – marking, charring, and releasing its emblems. With an uncanny smile, she turned back towards Nate, hand extending, frame maneuvering out of the way so he could take his shot.
“Okay, last challenge then.” And she maneuvered towards the last target, lining herself up, poised for the foretold predilection. The expanse was vast and wide now, no middle ground or position for error; too much space for an arrow to pummel and hit the plains. This time, for a good show, she selected the electric armament from her quiver; listened to the snap, the crackling, the sizzling of pulsing vehemence. “The same rules always apply.” A calm, assured demeanor, weight in her feet, proper stance coordinated all the more. “Don’t let the further distance intimidate you.” Let nothing stand in your way. No careening monsters, no assailing opponents, no behemoth adversaries could stop and cease the girl, and she wouldn’t expect it of him either.
She released the string, heard the scorching, blistering, scathing sounds gain momentum in the air, and ultimately slide its thwarting dominion into the target, just outside the bullseye. Perhaps it didn’t matter, with the power gnawing and gnashing its way through the wood – marking, charring, and releasing its emblems. With an uncanny smile, she turned back towards Nate, hand extending, frame maneuvering out of the way so he could take his shot.
Melita
