[Training] funny how a blessing feels just like a curse

Melita

I never had a chance to be soft
I was always bloody knuckles

A swell of laughter bounded against the surface of her lungs; amused, entirely, by these acts of vehemence and movement. While the giggle certainly wasn’t for Sohalia’s impending injury (she’d save for those people she loathed – like if Sunjata happened to fall off a cliff, or if someone like Loren tripped and fell into the ocean), it was all in the essence of contentment.

She countered the incoming volley rapidly, by dodging, evasion, and shifting quickly to the right. Out of range for just a moment, she had to opt back in again with a swift and feral dash, all action and audacity, swinging and churning for the Attuned’s knees this time.

and shards of glass
I wanted people to be afraid of hurting me