Tell them, Brooke Bell

She stood up, pushing away her hair. A familiar face stood on the other side of the deep hole made.

She knew that this wasn't going to end nicely. It was either she would die, or the other. That's how fate has seen it.

A pale-blue blur skidded to a stop next to her, and a warm sense of comfort ran over her.

She wasn't alone.

Locking eyes with the girl across the hole, she saw a malevolent grin grow across her face.

She unsheathed two swords, and with a glance to her side, both she and her friend took off, two blurs intertwining of purple and blue.

She was Celerity, she was alive, and she was not going to meet death again.