Melita
they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive
of the women they burned alive
Neither appeared to be completely outdone or overmatched, and it was satisfying to the youth; not adversaries, not enemies, nothing written in blood, stone, or ilk, but a natural fluidity of warrior women, casting their abilities and sharing their potential, their prowess. Her sword’s lunge wasn’t effective – blocked – and so she sought to maneuver around again, interplay and change the positioning of their cutlass dance.
Aisha’s blade sought to persecute her own, to fling it off and out of her hands, but the youth saw it, strove for the same semblance of motions in another interval. She caught the other sword once more – smirking, snickering, laughing into the flames – and then swept it upwards, out of the grasp, out of the waves of assault. Thereafter, she intended to drive her pommel once more – but not into Aisha’s weapon, but towards the other woman’s wrist – hoping, waiting, attempting for her to drop the armament.
Aisha’s blade sought to persecute her own, to fling it off and out of her hands, but the youth saw it, strove for the same semblance of motions in another interval. She caught the other sword once more – smirking, snickering, laughing into the flames – and then swept it upwards, out of the grasp, out of the waves of assault. Thereafter, she intended to drive her pommel once more – but not into Aisha’s weapon, but towards the other woman’s wrist – hoping, waiting, attempting for her to drop the armament.
because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life
to bring a whole wildfire to life
