[ Diva's breath hitched, as Saya's attacks pressed, driving her backward as her fingers slowly went numb beneath the onslaught, against the ebbing tide of her blood.
She was dying and she knew it the instant her breath caught in her throat, the muscle to rigid to keep on breathing without a fight. She fell, then, spreading her arms wide in one last embrace. Kill her; She's done for.
Just let her... Just let her have this last moment. With her. Her dearest sister. Her Saya... ]