MELITA
She didn’t bother hiding the widened smirk engulfing her features as soon as the arrow met its target. A pulse, a snap, a crackle, and the carnivore went down, with others close behind. Unbothered, and perhaps provoked further by the impending challenge, a snarl eclipsed the rest of her face, taunting measures made by a cretin who’d, maybe, earned the right to be such a shithead. “Come on then,” she uttered as they rallied as a pair – offering a veritable confrontation.She snagged an arrow, quickly rallying the same elemental prowess, and fired it off towards the right cretin first, before turning, twisting quickly, swiftly, not bothering to see if she’d hit the initial. From there, she persisted once more, snagging at another from her quiver, and sending it on drawn strings and persistent anarchy.
See I've come to burn your kingdom down
