You fight like a drunken brute

Naomi remembered flying...then hurtling toward the ground. After that, there was nothing.

The fog around her cleared and she blinked, getting accustomed to the vicinity. Nezetta lay face-up on the sand with Daegal’s lifeless body next to her. There was no weapon in sight but his clothes were covered in blood.

Naomi screamed at the sight before her but no sound came out. Her pulse thrummed frantically beneath her skin as she ran toward Nezetta and Daegal.

Her shaking hands hovered above Daegal’s body, tears flowing down her cheeks. "How did this happen?" She thought.

Nezetta moved slightly and Naomi noticed the blood staining her chest. She crawled to her. "My love..." She sniveled, pulling Nezetta to lay on her lap. Naomi rocked back and forth, cradling her head in her hands.

Droplets of blood bubbled from Nezetta’s lips when she opened her mouth to speak. Her fingers caressed Naomi’s cheek gently and then, clutched her chin tight.

Naomi's eyes widened as Nezetta’s obsidian eyes tur