[ Merlin falls, and even though her vision is sharpened by the adrenaline she can't really see anything well enough to decipher much past felled prey.
She holds her sword with both hands now, and with another cry– angry and loud for no reason other than to be heard, she brings her sword down with all of her remaining strength.
The sword pierces the earth, skewers the ground right beside his face. Her blade just barely touches him, leaving a razor thin cut along his cheek.
Her hands remain on the hilt of her sword, but she lowers herself to loom over him, hair falling like a shroud over them both; unsmiling, out of breath, chest heaving, eyes searching. Her voice is more small that quiet, a shaky sort of anger punctuating her words. ]
Don't act like this was for me– not when you don't play fair.
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She holds her sword with both hands now, and with another cry– angry and loud for no reason other than to be heard, she brings her sword down with all of her remaining strength.
The sword pierces the earth, skewers the ground right beside his face. Her blade just barely touches him, leaving a razor thin cut along his cheek.
Her hands remain on the hilt of her sword, but she lowers herself to loom over him, hair falling like a shroud over them both; unsmiling, out of breath, chest heaving, eyes searching. Her voice is more small that quiet, a shaky sort of anger punctuating her words. ]
Don't act like this was for me– not when you don't play fair.
[ She feels worse than before. ]