MELITA
She didn’t need to be told plans beholden to violence twice, so she adhered with readied aplomb, snagging at a lightning marked arrow from her quiver. “Excellent,” was all the acceptance she’d grant and require, moving to a defined spot along the waves, barefoot and broadened on the surface – waiting for the opportunity to strike.She’d never seen the creatures before, but wasn’t bothered by their appearance either. A streak of movement and motion was all she needed to hone in her attack – taking aim, narrowing her eyes, and releasing the impending tempest towards the one marking its own intended charge. Only one of them was going to succeed, and the Honeybee had every emboldened decree that it’d be her.
See I've come to burn your kingdom down
