From a strong kick she hit the wall, her body crippling from impact as her body slid down the wall to the floor. Her ears rung as her warmed body began to pale once again, she sat there and couldn’t help but laugh as her attackers foot steps neared. She spit at his feet once he cornered her.

  “ Still waiting for the knight and shining armor to save you? Or can we put this little spat behind us?” He grinned as he spoke through his teeth, drawing his sword before pressing the end to Easton’s throat. She mustered out a tired chuckle as her head drooped forward, using the last of her will to straighten her back and align the sword correctly to her neck.

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  “ This is the only time you’ll get me on my knees, cherish it,”

  She felt his anger and never broke contact with the rage in his eyes, she was tired, her heart was fast as she tingled. Her body ached as the world spun while she felt another nose bleed coming on. She could only grin while her eyes slowly closed from the exhaustion yet saw his sword raise for the swing.

  ‘ See you in hell,’ was her last thought as she passed out before she could feel the sweet slice of his blade.