MELITA
“Make sure you look-,” she started to whisper some direction before he launched, but it scarcely seemed to matter as his arrow sank into a flank, rather than directly into the bird, and they all started to scatter. Quick and efficient, if a bit irked by another’s impulses (and certainly never her own), the Honeybee volleyed and rallied her own assault. It cut straight through the hen’s chest, and she fell before a squawk could get in.But with two of their own either struggling or deceased, even the dimmest of the flock saw they were under duress and threat. Panicked movements and motions began in all directions, and Melita had absolute intent on following. “See if you can get another,” and she moved after several who ducked to the left.
See I've come to burn your kingdom down
