[Training] caught in the undertow

WESSEX out of the night that covers me Wessex remembers that feeling; years ago, it seemed, when she, too, was a teenager and angry and wanted to take it all out on the world around her. When it felt like she might explode at any given time and spent most nights shooting at things from a perch in a tree. “That’s normal,” Wessex offers, as a small consolation. “Every fighter feels that at some point. Especially when shit hits the fan.” But then there’s another side, a useful side to the kind of energy Mabel might have, bubbling up in excess. “And it’s not always a bad thing. Like in the beginning - have a good opening attack and don’t let your opponent get settled and ready.” That’s where she can use the speed. Where she can take time away from her foe. black as the pit from pole to pole i thank whatever gods may be for my unconquerable soul