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ASHE
he was something solid to lean against.
It didn't matter that she knew she wouldn't touch him so soon, her lip still feathered in irritation when he swept out of her reach and left her blade cutting through open air. The female assassin didn't let him go far in his retreat, following immediately after him and keeping a careful eye on his momentum. It was his eyes she found as he righted himself before she reached him, glinting with a mirror image of what began thrumming in her veins. Bloodlust was never far, ready to roar to the surface when they needed it. As Kalt came for her again, Ashe handed herself over to it with a savage grin beneath her mask. She would have his blood tonight, she promised herself, shoving away the parts of her that might cry out in protest.
His first strike came for her arm, an easy blow to dip away from. She flipped her blade to slip into his guard, but a new knife appeared in his hand for his next strike. A snap decision was made: Ashe angled her body to create a smaller target, but she accepted the slash. Her muscles tensed briefly at the fire that lit as steel ripped into her uniform and dragged into her skin, but she made no sound. It bit deep enough to send ruby red spattering to marble, but she avoided being gutted. In choosing to take the hit with her quarter turn and keep him close, she acted against him without even pausing at the wound. His arm shot past, and she moved to grab it by the wrist and bicep, aiming for locking and twisting his arm. She used his momentum against him and she whirled him around with a soft growl of effort. Her heart was thudding powerfully as she would release him, transitioning into a blindingly quick maneuver that would send her blade cutting deeply into his back. something violent and fierce and unmoving |
