Witch's Marsh Ascend

commotion. disorder. chaos. 

qiao stood in the fireshow of her own element. 

her gaze locked with the man’s for a second, sensing the wealth of trust in his eyes. 

but then a child! a child dove for the child — and the gladiator dove for her — and then two women fell upon him. 

bless them; any other day, qiao might have cheered to see the patriarchy so handily toppled. 

qiao took one careful step, then she bolted — attempting to snatch the hot potato baby right from mae’s teeth with zero care to the harm it may cause, a sharp shoulder aimed towards mae as she prepared to run.