Character Short: The Overlord

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Blood stained the snowy ground as the Overlord inhaled and exhaled deep breaths. It was exhausted. Never in its entirety had it ever thought a Dustling (let alone a female) would be capable of harming it. But now she laid on the ground. It's mace and gauntlets covered in her blood. It had won. Its maw turned up into a smile. It was over.

It won...

Won...

won...

...

... So why is she still smiling?

Does she think she can still fight? Does she think she can continue in her condition?! Impossible! She must be mad if she thinks she can-.

A soft giggle leaves her.

...

...

... She's... laughing?

Why?

Why is she laughing?!

"Stop... It..." it growled in anger.

She began to move, getting to her knees while clenching her stomach where her wound was.

"Stop... It...!" its voice grew louder, but she didn't even seem to hear its words.

She was now standing, using one of her swords to support herself as her silver eyes stared back at it with something that made even it, the Overlord of Grimm, cringe in fear slightly. It was something that all Grimm were somewhat afraid of when a Dustling looked at them like this. Not as much as silver eyes, but something they feared, nonetheless. Even the almighty Overlord was afraid of this look in her eyes.

Determination.

"STOP... IT...!" it roared, its booming voice making the air around it crackle.

The white cloaked female inhaled a deep, painful breath and screamed in almost the same volume "Never~!"

The air around them grew silent, but then...

"... ... What... is... it...?" it asked.

She blinked at it, weakly raising a brow.

"What... is... it... that... make... you... stand...?" it said, it voice obviously showing fear. It's gauntlets and mace trembling.

She smiles, blood lightly trailing at the corners of her mouth.

"Becau-" she coughs up some blood before continuing "Because I made a promise... a promise to return home to my loved ones... so I-" she coughs, struggling to remain standing "I will return to them... I refuse to let death take me... not until I... until I uphold my promis-" more coughing, as she began limping toward it.

The Overlord just stares at her in... an emotion he can't describe. Fear? Terror?

...

... no.

This emotion was something he had never experienced before from a Dustling.

Amazement.

It temporarily forgot she was still here, only now noticing her right in front of it. Her determined, silver eyes locked on its burning, shocked embers.

"So, until... I make good on that promise... I refuse to give up... you hear me?" she said, as she raised her with all the strength she had left and thrust it at the Grimm with her silver eyes glowing brightly "I won't give up~!" she cried with determination loud and clear in her voice.

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