Wait--" Unable to unsee the flash of my friends former self, I charge. Carefully stepping sideways past me, her breath tickles my skin. "Why are you always so distant?"
Flashing to a simpler time, I take a breath. She uses this moment to charge. The curved dagger rips through the air where I should have been. Why on earth did Evan have to get involved? Oh, right. I should be happy he saved my life, again. But I'm not.
"You have to choose." Again, her dizzying form dances past me. "I-- I don't know." "Then choose. Us or them." "Can't we just deal with this fight head on?" "Oh, so naive." Her laughter echoes through my bones, leaving me trembling. Moments later, I find a large chunk of my thigh missing. The dagger. As I fall, I fight to hold on to my own weapon of choice: a scythe. Unfortunately for me, she knows my weakness is close combat. "Yes. This fight. You and me, but we all know what the end holds." I press my hands against hers, struggling to escape from her grip. Slam! I hate walls, they're easy weapons against someone my size. It doesn't help that I'm clumsy. Tucking me beneath her weight, I find myself in the floor, curled into a little ball as the dagger sinks it's way into my skin
