MELITA
She could hear the distant scuffle, but paid it no mind, forging and forming her own barrage. If Edmund needed assistance, she figured he could easily shout or whatever. It wasn’t like they weren’t already in ridiculous pursuits for these birds.While Fangorn tended to the two already downed, the Honeybee and Sila continued on, watching as the last remaining vestiges of the flock had begun to take flight. But Melita had spent many a day and hour snagging at Hels, and despite the overgrown trees and branches, the turkeys were much larger, broader, and slower targets. “Just one more,” she whispered, maybe as a promise or a hope, aiming at another hen as she maneuvered upwards in a very gangly fashion. The arrow flew, and nailed its target through the wing; inspiring a very pathetic downward spiral.
See I've come to burn your kingdom down
