[Training] [se] we like our fun and we never fight

Melita

they should have checked the ashes
of the women they burned alive

She didn’t manage to cover the light laughter invoked as he fell and rolled away. Something akin to a brutal satisfaction curled its way along her features, feral aspects woven through her eyes. There were a few moments of consideration then – if she was to be so cruel, so wicked, so treacherous, as to launch another assault when her adversary was down. It would be simple, easy, to do. She’d done it before. Choices that made monsters and mayhem, sewn bedlam and destruction.

But the honeybee stepped aside and away, granting and giving the Ascended space to regain his footing. “That seems like enough for today,” she offered, absentmindedly rubbing at her sore arm. No other maneuver was made – not a day for crossing lines and boundaries. Not when there was still time left.

because it takes a single wild ember
to bring a whole wildfire to life