Cobblestones echoed with the metallic clatter of swords and the muffled thud of combat boots.
Nefeli's slender frame crashed onto the unforgiving ground, propelled by the force of the kick that had caught her off guard.
The scent of rain-soaked cobblestone filled her senses as she skidded across the street, a sharp pain shooting through her side.
As she struggled to regain her footing, Nefeli's pale eyes met those of the imposing figure standing before her.
A giant of a man, clad in weathered armour that bore the scars of countless battles, loomed over her.
Twin swords gleamed ominously in his hands, catching the dim light filtering through the darkened alleys.
Wincing at the blossoming bruise on her cheek, Nefeli recognized the danger she now faced.
The sinister hiss of steel being drawn from scabbards filled the air, a dissonant melody signalling the impending clash of blades.
She cursed under her breath, realizing the gravity of the situation.
The fucking snake had hired mercenaries of the highest calibre.
These were not the run-of-the-mill thugs that one could dispatch with a few well-placed blows.
No, these were warriors forged in the crucible of war, each strike a testament to their lethal proficiency.
Renfri and her men were conspicuously absent. The ongoing clash of blades echoed through distant alleys, the telltale signs of their battle unfolding streets away.
A haunting emptiness lingered in the void left by their absence, leaving Nefeli to face the hired blades alone.
The cobblestone street seemed to shrink beneath the weight of impending conflict, shadows dancing eerily as torchlight flickered in the night air.
Nefeli's mind raced as she assessed her options, her senses sharpening in anticipation of the oncoming storm.
The large man in front of her advanced, a predatory gleam in his eyes.
Nefeli's defiant resolve burned in her eyes as she spat a mixture of blood and saliva onto the cobblestone, the crimson splatter contrasting sharply against the muted grey surface.
The acrid taste of iron lingered in her mouth, a bitter reminder of the battle she now found herself entwined in.
With a low, pain-laden groan, she pushed her body back up from the cold, rain-slicked ground.
Her arms trembled slightly, but her grip on the two knives remained steadfast.
The blades glinted in the dim light, catching the attention of the mercenary who stood over her like an executioner awaiting the final act.
"Ow," she muttered, the word escaping her lips almost as an afterthought.
It was a stoic acknowledgment of the pain coursing through her body, a testament to the toll exacted by the brutal kick that had sent her sprawling.
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the angels hidden blade
FanfictionNefeli, or "Cupid", as the infuriating beast likes to call her, has never been wanted at anyone's side, and she sure as hell has never been loyal to a single soul. The stoic and fierce Vesemir bled the ability out of her, just as he tainted her blo...
