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KALT
He was her dark fairytale She was his twisted fantasy
A hiss of pain escaped him, as Ashe drove his blade - insult to injury there - into his skin. He hadn’t been expecting that move. Hells, he had never even seen her use it before, so to have it come out of fucking nowhere was admittedly impressive. As her teacher, he always wanted her to surpass him, but as her rival, he couldn’t help the bitter taste it left in his mouth. Of course at that moment, the only taste he had in his mouth was blood. Apparently she had cracked his tooth when her elbow hit his jaw. Her foot connected with the back of his knee, and she wasted no time in putting the blade to his throat. He felt his side splitting from the steady throb that pulsated through his abdomen. She tore into one of his kidneys without a doubt, and he knew enough about anatomy to know that with the size of that size, yeah...he had some internal bleeding to take care of. ”Fuck off,” he spat quietly. If it had been a sparring match, he would have continued the fight. Would have flipped her over his shoulder and gotten the advantage, but if it was a real scenario in the field, he wouldn’t have even gotten the chance to do so. He knew he lost, and his lip feathered with irritation at that. Master approached once again, his faceless mask showing no hint of approval or disappointment or anything. Something about that irritated Kalt even more than the fact that he lost. Such a display of virtual disinterest from his f… from his Master. They were both dismissed with minimal attention, directed to get themselves cleaned up or whatever, and Master would likely remain there to address the spectators or whatever. Kalt didn’t care. Wasn’t like that was his future anymore anyway, so he didn’t really have to care, did he? As soon as they were out of the arena, Kalt threw back his hood and pulled his handkerchief down, bracing himself momentarily on the wall and stuffing his gloves in his pocket. He turned with a grimace, seeing dark red staining the side of his uniform. She definitely hit a bad spot, but he would take care of it as soon as he was in private. He peered at her out of the corner of his eye and lifted a brow with a slight glare. ”You stabbed me, asshole,” he muttered. And together They made magic |
