MELITA
A fairly good strike against her staff billowed and brimmed – her hands clenched over the wood, a grin on her features. “Very nice!” She backed away for a moment, pondering what else to savor, to conduct, to concoct. “Now, we’re going to do that again, but this time, you’re going to follow through and try to disarm me.” So she plucked away at those similar motions, crossing along as she skipped to the right this time, swiftly bringing the staff down with both hands, her palms enclosed, holding taut. Thereafter, she swept towards Quanil’s, like she was holding a broom, as if to scoop their weapon away and out of their grasp. “Try that!”
You're all gonna watch me
Disappear into the sun
Disappear into the sun
