Enticing Enemy

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Picture: Cinn (from Quotev)

(Yes, that is Hirko! I'd like to thank Cinn for the amazing fanart! You're so talented!)

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Keys:-

"Talking"

'Thinking'

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Flashback -- if it is more than two words.

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Enticing Enemy

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Urgently, he tightened his grip on the arrow she had given him. His mind had blanked out, only panic managing to fill his nerves. In an instant, he drove the sharp, black-fletching, arrow into the area between Hiriko's neck and shoulder. Watching with surprise and unethical relief as the skin around the wound darkened -- a sign of quick-spreading poison.

It was only when he heard the large footsteps and saw the glinting hook that he realized his grave mistake.

Crocodile.

The king felt an immense dread pool into his stomach. The girl had only jumped on him to save him from an attack, he realized his eyes narrowing on the pile of sand marking his earlier spot. His throat constricted as he noticed the girl on top of his fall limb.

In his panic and haste, he pulled out the arrow brutally, only for his face to pale as he watched a pile of blood gush out from the now open wound. Realization of his unwise actions came crashing down on him, and he scrambled away from the girl, pushing her limb form off his body harshly. She fell on the hard floor, her head slamming against the marble flooring.

This was bad. This was really bad. Not only had he potentially killed a close friend of Vivi and an admirable warrior in general who had saved his life on multiple accounts, but with her incapacitated (and likely dead) there was little hope of him surviving this encounter with Crocodil, much less save the kingdom.

It was then that he dared to look up at the warlord, feeling his hope drain. He looked like when he had first met him, yet Cobra took great interest in the crudely bandaged wound on Crocodile's shoulder. The blood was already seeping through the bandage. Yet, Cobra's guilt and fear completely overshadowed any satisfaction he could feel.


Crocodile, however, wasn't watching him. Instead, his eyes were trained closely on the fallen archer. Hiriko's back was against the marble floor, her eyes closed tightly and her teeth biting down harshly on her lips as she tried desperately to cling onto consciousness despite the immense pain she felt.


Splotches of red-dyed her hair coming from the sharp wound Corba had given her in his rush to get her motionless body of his own. Her veins bulged, the ones closest to her neck most prominent, and tinted black. Crimson liquid also oozed from her lip and nose, she even started coughing it up at one point. Blood began to bloom on the copious bandages covering her leg.


Despite this, her torn and bloodied hand still clutched her bow fiercely, yet she struggled to lift it. Her other hand reached for her white quiver, which was squished under her weight.

It was a sad and painful sight, and Cobra only felt his guilt increase as he watched the life escape her eyes. Yet, he also noticed how fixated Crocodile seemed to be on her. His eyes were seemingly glued on her.

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