[Outside]

[grabber_fray]

Mel is patrolling the wall.

Look, that's allowed, OK? She's not leaving the complex. She's not putting herself in unneccessary danger, and she's not risking the baby. She has got her stake-sheath around her shoulder, however, and she is willing and prepared to put a hole in any Magog that come too close.

What? She's restless.

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[notanoptimist]

"If I tell on you, do I get a prize or a smack?" Sokka calls from the ground, a small tool box in hand as he frowns up at her. That is totally not allowed and you know it!

[grabber_fray]

Mel glares down at him, with a snarl.

"Probably one of each," she says. "Question is, who would you rather be smacked by?"

Superstrength for the win!

[notanoptimist]

Your snarls mean nothing in the face of his sarcasm, dropping the toolbox to put one hand on his hip, the other tapping at his chin.

"Hmmm, punched with superstrength or being set on fire... strength... fire... strength... fire..."

[grabber_fray]

Mel grins, standing all that way above him with a hand on one hip.

"If you run away, I can catch you," she warns. "And I'm rutting good with these stake things now."