Just like back then, but with far more control and precision. She rushed Freya and launched into another reckless attack. First she swiped across her face with her blade, then thrust a knee into her chest, then swung a left jab, then an underhand, upward stab. She pushed against her opponent's defe
Watching Freya and the ship recover with blinding speed shook Orsethii a great degree. Though she could easily do the same with her own body, there was something else that completely unnerved her. She certainly didn’t feel the same way the first time the two of them had dueled. Orsethii couldn’t qu
She quickly poured the rich energies of her Ancestral Blood through her body and repaired her jaw as quickly as she could. Sharp chips and slivers of bone slid back together, and fused back into place. While they did so, any of her torn muscles and scales stitched themselves back together. Any of
To her it seemed like a nightmare that had turned into reality. Like falling to your death and waking up, but only to hit the ground anyway. Orsethii found the pain agonizing. It felt as though her insides were being corroded or torn apart, as though every cell and molecule that Freya had ‘struck’
“Stop!” screamed Azrael. Freya instantly stopped mid-thrust, with the very tips of her talons mere millimeters from Azrael’s face. The girl was breathing heavily, just as heavily as Orsethii behind her. It seemed she used every bit of her own energy to speed towards the drogar and defend her with
“Come home,” Azrael said finally. Freya softened as the moments ticked on. Azrael’s words sunk down into her, seeped into her very soul. At the same time, the warmth of her body seeped into Freya’s own. She also felt her heart beating through her chest. It drummed on her skin with such ferocity t
Azrael stroked her hair, even as she wept ceaselessly. The sounds of it echoed around the bridge and filled everyone around her. Orsethii evened out her breathing as her stamina recovered and normalized. She picked herself up off the ground somewhat unsteadily. But once she was back on her feet, ev
It seemed like an eternity before Freya’s sobs finally stopped. Her eyes were bloodshot, and her face felt puffy and wet. She felt utterly miserable and weak all over. And deep inside as well. She pushed herself up onto her knees and wiped away what tears she could with both her hands. It felt as t