Cyrus the Flailboat (fringeward) wrote in emillion, |
Ash watched as the fighter’s body hit the ground and didn’t move. The way his head had hit against the wall told her that he wasn’t getting up again and a wave a nausea came over her. She pushed it back and kept dancing. There were only two enemies left, and one of them had finally gotten caught in her dance. She stopped and advanced forward, unsheathing the knives that she had taken to keeping against the small of her back. Blade Dance wasn’t one she used often, but it was effective. The creature was already slow and hurt, and it took little time to finish it off, even with the short blades. Once it fell, she turned around, looking for the blonde woman. Eden had prepared herself for what was coming. She was expecting to pretty much take the monster down on her own, when the body had slid between her and the oncoming attack. It had taken her a moment to realize what had happened. She'd been watching it happen, but she hadn't moved since it did. The impact of the mistant and the fighter before her had been very clear, but she just watched. Why had she just watched. It was all happening so fast. He had it. And then he didn't. She had taken a step to move and aid him, but it was too late. By the time she'd even started to push forward, his body had been tossed. He hit the wall and his body fell limp to the ground. Soon after, the dancer had attacked, felling the last monster. What had she been doing? "Cyrus?" she breathed as she hobbled over to where he lay and knelt down. Her hand came under his head, only to feel the warm liquid seep between her fingers and the lack of a pulse under the two pressed against his neck. "Fuck." There wouldn't be anymore secret hug attacks. There wouldn't be anymore sharing food with him. There wouldn't be anymore sparring. There wouldn't be anything. This was the end of his road. Another body to step on in her own paved path of life. "You idiot," she cursed beneath her breath as her chest started to heave. "I had him," she said helplessly. She wasn't really angry, but that's what she wanted to feel right now. She wanted something raw to embrace. So much death and grief lately. She felt so tired, but she couldn't afford it. Not in the middle of a battlefield. "We should get somewhere safe." But where was safe. Getting to her feet, she looked down at him. She was in no condition to drag him anywhere. She'd have to come back for him once everything is settled. "C'mon. This way," she said waving for the other woman to follow. |