MELITA
“I want the full story about the eye later too.” A cheeky grin – light on her feet for the moment, until the interim demanded them to be grounded, the nuances already altered and changed. Fighting, defending, assaulting, onslaught after onslaught, and she’d done it every season, managing to grapple, or tackle, new variations of age-old tactics, new conformations of weaponry, new parallels in which she could improve. This wouldn’t be any different – an opportunity she’d seize with the fire and blood in her veins, in the balance of might, strength, and will.And relief too. Gods, she was so relieved.
She contorted to a similar pose, taught by Sunjata, grounded by Wessex, and unfurled by Hotaru; instilled in the back of her mind, in the grasp of her tendons, in the rush of her dominion. He was far bigger, far broader, but she’d be lithe and swift in comparison. She tilted her head for a moment, like some sort of vague calculation both of them knew was only a farce (impulse was her inherent inclination, and it’d be difficult to drive her into any sort of machination). Fists placed in front of her, one arm lunged for the right side of his chest, intending for impact close to his arm, wedged in that section of muscle and sinew.
With any luck, she’d be able to dance away from the ensuing defense.
help tonight to split its seams
Give the bruises out like gifts
Give the bruises out like gifts
