The True Heroine

Undyne the Undying

The wind was howling, the child behind her tensed up in fear. Glaring at the murderer in front of her, Undyne had been quick to react. She had seen that blank stare before, all too many times as captain of the Royal guard, it was the emotionless stare of a sociopath. Normally, they wouldn't prove too much of a challenge, aside from the odd case or 2, however this time would be different; this particular person with aggressive intent was not only a child, but a human. Undyne barked at the child behind her to get away,before he got injured by the human. Though the warrior had saved his life, it had come at a deadly cost: she had been in the line of fire and took the hit so he didn't have to. She could feel her entire body protesting, threatening to give way at any second, practically ripping her very being apart. However, something stopped it from doing so. Was the attack somehow not strong enough? Or was she merely hallucinating, being so close to death? No, the warrior thought of Alphys, of Papyrus, heck, of her entire race and civilisation; and was filled with determination...
She felt herself regaining strength, pain melting away and replaced by sheer anger at what this small creature had done. Slowly standing up again, Undyne had defied all laws known to monsterkind: she had practically come back from death, thanks to determination. The warrior gave a harsh rage filled grin when she saw the 'human' falter a little, and prepared to dig her spear into the sociopaths flesh for what they had done to her friends, to her world, the wind was howling.