Adelina Amouteru ❦

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Havoc runs rampant; chaos is set free.
- From The Call of the Void, by Ender

"Amusing thought, Adelina," Enzo sneers. We cross and cross over again, neither able to draw blood.

Another loud thump shakes the ground as more rubble crumbles down. My castle walls are failing, flames devour them whole and if the flames don't get them all, the walls still fall. Rain hits my face in the windy breeze that swirls it into chaos. The rains extinguish the blazes until they cease to exist which allows the darkness to pour in. The light has been quelled, but the moon's reflection upon dagger blades keeps the light from completely fading.

This is reminiscent of the battle on top the baliras - when societies became torn and mended, and when I lost what was obviously never truly mine. It alludes to heartache and courage and death.

"Adelina!" Violetta calls.

My eye widens. Her dark hair is in ruin, stained dry red. Her cloak is hardly hanging off her frail frame, dress in tatters, eyes running red bloodshot. Sergio follows her heels.

"What have you been doing all this time?" I call, grinning.

"The Daggers, we gave them too much time," she pants. "They outnumber us, two to one."

She takes a step back in epiphany when she realizes there are more people here than just Enzo and me. The sound of metal still rings in my ears, so I don't get to respond. "Well, they did, at least." She looks smug.

Enzo turns his head looking like he may go and cut her off. "No," I growl. "You fight me and only me."

He turns back so quick, that if I were any slower, my head would be cut absolutely off.

I watch as, in his place, Nyx engages in battle with Violetta, which is no gentle storm. Raffaele and the girl standing beside him are left at the mercy of my own Inquisition Axis leader.

Violetta and Nyx exchange a few blows with words attached. Nyx talks bluff, she has horrendous swordsmanship. Though it was not her skill with weapons that made her formidable but her Elite ability, which Violetta must have successfully scattered - like rose petals scatter in a breeze.

She has Nyx acceded to her knees and poises her dagger to pierce her heart. I wish I were killing her myself.

She raises a single dagger but sparks hit it and her face, which set her ablaze. This breaks all the rules of rain, which cascades around us.

"Ah!" she screams as she goes to clutch her eye. I acredit Nyx for reacting fast; she gathers her own blade and raises it.

"Violetta!" I scream.

Sergio turns his head and is beside her in an instant. He swiftly cuts Nyx across the face, letting fresh blood drip onto her porcelain countenance. She cries out, falling back down to her knees. The cut, that breaks across her whole face, will scar bloody.

"Ah," Violetta winces, holding her eye. Sergio kneels beside her. "I'm- I'm okay. It- it just hurts a lot." She attempts to find her feet.

"You shouldn't be standing," he warns. "Violetta."

"Help me up, please," she begs. "I don't have the time to feel pain."

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