Melita
yes, yes, I am wild
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
I am the wind that makes breathing hard
Apparently the more difficult it was, the more the honeybee snatched onto the potential.
Locked in and honed on the target, her eyes dashed, watching, waiting, until the right moment to strike – the staff stretching, her arms plunging, the might surging, and the god damned seed pod was given an audible thwack. Maybe it was lucky it hadn’t been blown into hordes of pieces from the strike alone, but the artifact certainly carried all the way back to the merman with considerable speed and power behind it.
If it were anything more than the vegetation, Hadama might’ve been at risk for a serious blow.
For now, all he received was a very broad smirk and snicker for her efforts, an obvious semblance of pride.
Locked in and honed on the target, her eyes dashed, watching, waiting, until the right moment to strike – the staff stretching, her arms plunging, the might surging, and the god damned seed pod was given an audible thwack. Maybe it was lucky it hadn’t been blown into hordes of pieces from the strike alone, but the artifact certainly carried all the way back to the merman with considerable speed and power behind it.
If it were anything more than the vegetation, Hadama might’ve been at risk for a serious blow.
For now, all he received was a very broad smirk and snicker for her efforts, an obvious semblance of pride.
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
