[Training] wake up to the sounds

Melita

yes, yes, I am wild
I am the wind that makes breathing hard

How the fuck Melita managed to hit this one as it plunged at her ankles was another bizarre twist of fate. Watching the way the pod was thrown, drifting, down, down, down, the girl shifted so that she too had her weapon poised and ready. Much like a golfer (was that a familiar game in Caido? Should we question this?), she swung the armament so that it struck the vegetation head on.

She couldn’t even hide the snort careening through her throat; mostly because it’d been so stupid and it still worked – the pod making a beeline in a strange, slow arch towards Hadama again.

I am the ocean and the battered shore
I will be the passion of thunder, a howl of fury