"You're tossing out blame, drunk on this pain, crossing out the good years"
Nikolai Lantsov x fem!OC
[Storm and Siege- ]
Storm and Siege (Complete)
Ruin and Rising (Ongoing)
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Olysia wiped the blood from under her nose and scowled at Tamar who seemed unbothered.
She was in the training area of the forsaken caves which felt more like a prison than salvation the Apparat claimed to so graciously give.
To say she was adjusting badly to the new change, would be bit of a understatement.
"Are you learning anything besides how to take a beating?" Genya called out, wincing as if she would feel Olysia's pain.
Olysia didn't feel the need to signify her with a response.
She needed the pain. It was why she wasn't genuinely trying to fight Tamar. It reminded her that she was alive, she remembers not being able to feel anything right before she passed out.
Olysia didn't want to feel like that ever again.
"Can you actually try to fight?" Tamar requested quietly.
She swung her fist at Tamar's face in response.
Tamar's face snapped to the side. She tried swinging again but Tamar grabbed Olysia's arm and flipped her onto her back, knocking the wind from her.
Olysia swept Tamar's legs from under her as she struggled to breath.
They both stayed on their backs for a moment.
"I think that's enough for today." Tamar declared.
Olysia coughed as she stood up, ignoring the outstretched hand.
"Why can't we fight her?"
Olysia saw a girl with a sun tattoo on her face point in her direction.
When she turned, everyone flinched away, taking note of the black scars that her skin was marred with.
Olysia just scoffed at their reaction which made everyone flinch again.
"She nearly killed the last person she sparred with." Mal held back a smirk.
"So why aren't we sparring with her if she's that good?" She kept pushing.
"We'd rather not have another incident like it." Tolya spoke up.
"Just trying to make your soldiers stronger." She crossed her arms.
"Besides, the Darkling's Fabrikators don't wield their powers the same way she does."
"She's a Fabrikator?" The girl looked Olysia up and down unconvinced. " Are we sure she actually almost killed that man?
Olysia felt her hands twitch, begging her to do something to show them why they should be scared of her.
