[ such a pity. She so loved it when Saya tried to make sense of a senseless life, a pointless life. Isn't that what made it so much fun? But even Diva can grow tired and she's sweating with the need to slide back, to dodge and evade yet again.
This was annoying. Just where was Conrad when she needed him?
Stopping just short of Saya's blade, Diva changes tactics, rushing in under her guard and risking a cut. She hated fighting dirty, but sometimes, even a shoulder to the gut was necessary. She just needed a moment to think. If only she had a sword, she might stand a chance. Something. Anything... ]