Minerva's Last Breath

Agnes POV

Chaos reigned supreme and it was as if the energy from the battlefield, the clash of steel, and the throaty cries of the warriors, threatened to turn the world upside down. Agnes fought beside Cyrus and they were coordinated like dancers on a dance floor as they killed. Fury dances, Cyrus’s sword moving past the foes, yielding increasing slices with an escalating combination of deadly power. Agnes’s own blade gleamed weakly in the half-light and was driving into the armor of their enemies.

In turn, they paved their way through South Pack’s soldiers without missing a beat in this storm. From a crazed soldier, Agnes skillfully dodged a powerful swing and felt her arm tingle as the sweat covered the girl’s face. Cyrus whirled to the right of her, his short sword cutting through the soldier’s vest and into his flesh which caused him to fall down.

So when the battle continued, Agnes felt sore to the bone, each part of her protesting to stop fighting. She felt a thumping in her c