Melita
yes, yes, I am wild
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
“I’ve been training,” she emphasized with a light snicker, coiling and unfurling, quick and wicked – because some part of it was survival, and some part of it was pure amusement, that necessity of vehemence and violence.
And despite all that preparation, what she didn’t expect were his intertwined onslaughts. Watching and tracking his motions, she expected the fist to her side, ducking away from it, when his foot collided into her.
And promptly fell into the dirt, grass, and soil, sputtering out a fire-forged fury. “Verneuk fokker” came on a growl. And while he certainly wasn’t as bad as Loren had been (like when he’d simply snapped her leg with his stone golem), she’d definitely said fists. But that was all right, because payback could be a bitch.
So from this vantage point, she launched her leg directly towards his balls.
And despite all that preparation, what she didn’t expect were his intertwined onslaughts. Watching and tracking his motions, she expected the fist to her side, ducking away from it, when his foot collided into her.
And promptly fell into the dirt, grass, and soil, sputtering out a fire-forged fury. “Verneuk fokker” came on a growl. And while he certainly wasn’t as bad as Loren had been (like when he’d simply snapped her leg with his stone golem), she’d definitely said fists. But that was all right, because payback could be a bitch.
So from this vantage point, she launched her leg directly towards his balls.
I am the ocean and the battered shore
I will be the passion of thunder, a howl of fury
I will be the passion of thunder, a howl of fury
