Dear Heart,Why Him?
Raven
Raven Blackwood. A broken, emotionless girl. Coming from a broken past, she soon finds out all the secrets that lay beneath the surface, Finding out about her past. Her true life..
While being a Slytherin with Slytherin fri...
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In a sudden flash half of Jaden's arm is cut off. We all back up shocked at the sight, "What the fuck!" Victor practically yells.
As Jaden falls to the ground screaming in agony. 2 masked and 2 hooded figures walk through the doors the hooded ones with wands and the masked with hammers and knives....
3rd Person POV:
Chico, Victor, Petra, Marcus, and Raven quickly gather their weapons, Raven sliding the 2 knives out of her boot ready to defend themselves from the menacing figures. With a fierce battle cry, they charge at the villains, determined to protect their selves at all costs.
The hooded figures wave their wands, casting forbidden dark spells at the group, Raven's eyes narrowed 'ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴇᴀᴛᴇʀs'.While the masked figures swing their hammers and knives with deadly precision.
The group barely being able to fight back with all their strength being at use. Using their skills and teamwork the group barely manages to keep the villains at bay.
"Could've picked any other day?" Raven groans as she fights one of the masked figures as Marcus fights the other one.
The room fills with the sound of clashing weapons and the echoes of spells being cast. Jaden, still writhing in pain on the ground,united in their mission to defeat the strange hooded figures as well as the masked ones.
Saya's voice rang out loud and urgent in the chaos of the detention room as the masked assailants closed in. "Run!" she shouted, her eyes wide with fear but her voice filled with determination. Without hesitation, Raven's eyes glittered with defiance as the masked assailants lunged towards her, trying to overpower her with their sheer numbers.
In one swift motion, she spun around and deftly dodged their attacks, her training as a deadly assassin coming into play. With lightning speed, she lashed out with her fists and feet, striking her opponents with precision and ferocity.
Her knives were snatched from her grasp, but Raven didn't falter. She was a force to be reckoned with, a fighter who refused to back down in the face of adversity. Her movements were fluid and graceful, a deadly dance of combat that left her adversaries reeling.
As the masked figures tried to fight her, Raven's gaze remained steely and focused. She ducked and weaved, avoiding their blows with a skillful grace that left them frustrated and off-balance. With a determined glare, she turned the tables on her attackers, using their own momentum against them.
In a relentless flurry of punches and kicks, Raven struck out with unmatched skill and agility, each move calculated and precise. The air crackled with tension as she fought back with the ferocity of a cornered animal, her resolve unwavering and her spirit unbreakable.
As the hooded figures regrouped and launched a coordinated attack, Raven found herself outnumbered and on the verge of being overpowered. Desperation clawed at her chest as the masked figures closed in, their malicious grins sending shivers down her spine. But just as all seemed lost, Marcus leaped into the fray.
