Anju
here I am again, bad news from a bad friend
they call me an omen - only here to torment
they call me an omen - only here to torment
Riya and Loki are at an impasse, snarling predators defending their bondeds. Blood drips onto the sand from Anju’s scorched arm, but her intense gaze never wavers. Even mockery won’t sway her, though she grits her teeth at the awareness of just how weak she is.
“You all seem just fine having taken the place over,” she snarls, “and you don’t see me marching on your borders to kill your innocent civilians. Or are you still pretending that wasn’t an individual choice?” Ronin’s words ring in her head, reminding her that he had begged for them to take the fight elsewhere. Lena’s tear-stained face, Abe’s broken body, they will never leave her memory. Wessex can claim the Gods caused that, but the Ascended had acted alone.
The next scorch knocks her back a few steps with a shout of pain, gripping her shoulder and nearly dropping her sword. But she won’t walk away, even if she has to be burned bit by bit until the demigod tires of her rebuttals or kills her outright. “I don’t abandon my faith or my morals over an inability to kill my opponent,” she hisses. “Just leave, what does your destruction achieve?” It goes against her very nature to talk instead of fight, but Robin’s words hold her back. Stormbreak needs her, she can’t die for nothing.
“You all seem just fine having taken the place over,” she snarls, “and you don’t see me marching on your borders to kill your innocent civilians. Or are you still pretending that wasn’t an individual choice?” Ronin’s words ring in her head, reminding her that he had begged for them to take the fight elsewhere. Lena’s tear-stained face, Abe’s broken body, they will never leave her memory. Wessex can claim the Gods caused that, but the Ascended had acted alone.
The next scorch knocks her back a few steps with a shout of pain, gripping her shoulder and nearly dropping her sword. But she won’t walk away, even if she has to be burned bit by bit until the demigod tires of her rebuttals or kills her outright. “I don’t abandon my faith or my morals over an inability to kill my opponent,” she hisses. “Just leave, what does your destruction achieve?” It goes against her very nature to talk instead of fight, but Robin’s words hold her back. Stormbreak needs her, she can’t die for nothing.
wicked and hellbent
a damned soul just pretending
a damned soul just pretending
