( Time gap : 6 months )
Y/N was getting ready. The Deverpines had attacked the southern frontier of their stronghold and she was needed there.
Her long folded sleeve was lying on the table, all the clutches and holders open. The black fabric of it was so black it would make a great camouflage for a fighter like her, for whom the battlefield was like home. More often than not, they would have to snipe through thickets, tree canopies, bushes, rock formations, and they favoured the dark, always.
To her, it seemed an iridescent pleasure to be unseen, for nothing scares a living organism as does the unknown.
Her huge almirah spanning a horrid expanse of a whole kilometre underground, stacked with weapons was a terrible sight to behold. This cellar was her prized asset, and into it she had descended to prepare herself for war.
When she had mounted her chopper, she turned back once to glance at the place she had always lived. A tingling ache rose in her, she didn't know if she would see it again.
Till date, nobody had been able to best The Wolf in combat, but this time, the Deverpines had brought forth imported war machines specially trained in subtle AI for snideslaughter. She was a little tensed; the odds were against her.
‘Go a bit slow now' , she whispered to the pilot.
On your command, milady.
She peered down slowly, and the cafe's roof floated into view. This cafe that wasn't so special,but now she couldn't bear to leave it. This cafe that pulverized all her dreams all her wishes, that made her almost hate what she did, made her hate him even. But she was right. Her ego, her self respect would not allow her to bow down. She would fight, and she would win. But one tiny silly part of her throbbed against her will, worrying for the man who had come to kill her.
She hoped with all her heart that she would not have to fight against him this time.
The chopper gathered speed, and soon the faint sounds of running bullets could be heard. She alone carried almost 790 barrels of refillable ammunition, and she knew some of her squad fighting there carried more. She was proud of them, but time is running out and she still wasnt into the melee and it was sickening her.
When the chopper finalled out over the arena, a sudden blast of burning human flesh greeted her in the face. She shoved off the flesh, blood splattered on her scarred armour, and with one last look at her pilot asking him to patrol the arcenaries, she entered the fray.
P.s. Tell me in the comments what you think her entry would be like, and who do you think should win? Y/n or Ashish? Let me know in the comments
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Also sorry wouldn't suffice the huge delay I made so here goes all my love ... I hope I'll be able to keep up now. Loveya. Take xare.
