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

Melita

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

She hummed even as the block came; figuring improvements meant Sohalia’s defenses would be far more elevated than the last time they’d sparred. It meant the Honeybee had to focus, had to try, had to strive, rather than lazily dash about, so even with the pounding headache, she continued and persisted. Not to be deterred or outdone, especially not these days.

The responding volley came rapidly, and Melita simply extended her reach, catching and snagging at Sohalia’s staff. With a smirk, she twisted and turned, faster and swifter again, seeing if she could catch the other in a moment of unpredictable and haphazard motions, swinging the armament wildly towards the youth’s shoulder.

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