a lion-hearted girl
Melita, ordinarily, wouldn’t let anything distract her from her course of action. Once something was fixated in her motions, it was difficult to pull her away from its flares, no matter how contradicting or ridiculous; but the slip of Aurelia’s words caused her a momentary hesitation. Her words echoed, bound, and leapt from her mouth, brows furrowed in confusion. “What?”And then she was struck, a leg sweeping out from under her. An automatic reaction, besides a snarl and flicker of irritation for not seeing it coming, was to tuck and roll. A sideways motion, she fell to the floor and ricocheted in one quick volley, back on her feet swiftly, efficiently, but a little distanced away from Aurelia. Perhaps that was just as well – she’d have enough clearance now to do much of the same to the other woman.
Unaware of what was transpiring within the fellow smuggler’s mind, the youth took hold of her staff with a firm grasp in one hand, swinging downward in a penchant of power and precision, attempting to rid Aurelia of her upright mobility too.
ready for a fight
MELITA
