I ran. Jumped across the rooftops, steel cables firing between walls as I swung over the streets. Running.
I hit a wall, vaulting up to the roof and ducking behind a rooftop air conditioning hub. I knelt behind it, peering around the corner as I covered behind the unit. She was here.
The sword came from behind, cutting along the muscle striations and gliding through my shoulder and up my neck, shredding solid chunks of muscle off my arm.
She shouldn’t have done that.
I stood, drawing my scythes.
“Glad you have some fight left.” She said. “I’m gonna love beating it out of you.”
“You should’ve killed me.”
“Not yet, handsome.” She said. “Mommy needs her playtime.”
Her blood-slick ninjato tore through the air, colliding with my scythes.
The steel clashed as my blades shattered like glass.
I stared in marvel at the fragments of steel left at the hilt before her sword tore off the top of my arm, tearing across my elbow and cutting through my thighs.
I fired toward her with all my remaining strength, tearing a shattered blade across her chest as she doubled up, the end of her sword shredding down my back, tearing deep into my flesh.
I turned slowly as we both gripped at our injuries, standing covered in my own blood as she turned around slowly.
She pulled open the front of her torn blouse, wiping the blood from her chest.
She stared at me, smeared blood across the sides of her collarbones as she smiled, pulling her bloodied hands from the wound on her sternum.
She laughed as she revealed a deep cut from the attack, a crimson stain in a familiar shape etched into her chest.
A circle with four points.
The same one I wore. Continue reading