Scott and Allison
The battle was every bit as intense as Allison had imagined if not more so. Her hair was pulled out of her face into a no fuss ponytail. She’d wanted to keep her line of vision clear during the fight. No one was going to stop fighting to compliment her appearance. Allison shot one arrow after another, each piercing some part of an enemy demon and sometimes the shot was fatal. It would probably bother her later how detached and cool she was about the whole fight, but for now being that way was helping her be more of a machine than a vulnerable human being.
She thought she was focused, at least. Allison was so focused on the battle in front of her that she paid no attention when a demon snuck up behind her. She only realized that he was there when pain shot through her back. Allison could barely take a breath the pain was so intense, but she managed to turn around to face her black-eyed attacker. He had a disturbing grin plastered on his face as he plunged the knife into her stomach. Allison’s bow fell to the ground and so did she moments later, holding her stomach as she bled profusely.
Allison wanted to call out for help, but she could only manage whimpers of pain. Even the quiet murmuring felt like it took too much energy. She pressed hard on the wound in her stomach. It was something she remembered from battle 101. Pressure helped you not bleed out as fast. But Allison looked down to her stomach and saw that the blood was nearly black which was not a good sign at all.