[Training] land legs

MELITA

She snorted, but said nothing more on the subjects of destruction – she liked it too, the unraveling and unfurling of chaos, had grown up on its vestiges and ethers, on the patterns of reprisal and vengeance that came after. It was in her veins and battered up against her soul – and she wasn’t certain if she’d ever truly be rid of the caustic, bedlam endeavors. “Sure. We can trade stories.” Because curiosity honed and harpooned in her entity too, never out of sight or out of mind.

Except now the youth needed to maintain focus, bending and swaying to cutlass wielding and sword cataclysms – missing the swiftness of his pivot, not expecting it due to all the other strikes. Sure enough, he struck along her left side, a piercing, bruising force that made her gasp for a second, then extend into laughter as she strived to position her hilt directly into his knee.

You're all gonna watch me
Disappear into the sun