MELITA
A glint of satisfaction curled through her own wolfish grin as he grunted in pain, dropping down onto the ground – she was by no means a paragon of virtue and innocence, striving to dance away from the incoming backlash. She hadn’t been looking to deal out heavy blows or malicious upheavals – only to practice, to prove herself, to gain aptitude against someone else who seemingly knew how to wield a cutlass.But she didn’t get far enough – his hilt rankling where bruises had already begun to form, from some strength, force, and precision not previously rendered. A gasp, a wheeze, flooded through her lungs as she stumbled off, out of reach, hands grasping at her side. “Okay. I’m good now,” came along a laugh, but her sword was clearly holding her up through the onslaught of torment and pain, the spots in her eyes.
You're all gonna watch me
Disappear into the sun
Disappear into the sun
