This was the first time she cried.
"It's not fucking fair!" yelled Nila, her voice a shrill. She had dropped her longsword which lay beside her. She may be dressed in black from head to toe, but the tears streaming down her face made her much less menacing. "Why do I always have to die?! It hurts, y'know, being stabbed in the heart!" her knuckles were white from clenching the sword for too long, and I remember how pathetic I thought she looked.
"Well," I started, "it's your own fault." I said mockingly, kicking the sword out of her reach.
She made a noise that was probably meant to be a huff, but came out as a strangled sob. "Just get it over with. I hate this place anyway." she snapped, her voice wavering and body still.
And I swung.