[ and yet Saya still blamed Diva for all the bad things in her life. Look closer to home. Look to that precious father of hers. It had all been a lie... And Diva locked up in the tower, alone.
Her blade slips, dipping slightly as Diva's a fraction to slow in gaining her purchase, in pushing back. Her blade is unsullied, however, the blood flicked off the shear blade. It wasn't designed to hold and Diva had no desire to kill. She still didn't have what she wanted. But that doesn't stop her from wanting to maim or the mad light in Diva's eyes as she threw herself forward, reckless.
She felt alive in that moment, as only truth death can do.
Saya's blade strikes home, nicking her arm as Diva shoulders that blade aside, aiming to impale Saya's shoulder on the tip of Conrad's blade. A blood droplet seeps into the open wound, slow, methodical, stealthily chipping away at her life force.
Diva should have been more careful. It's a shame that she wasn't. ]