Lisbeth's fists clenched when Sah said she had no one. In her mind flashed images of her father, a hero who died protecting Stormbreak. Of her mother, a face she barely remembered, lost to illness in her childhood.
No one had been able to protect them.
"Gods damn you!"
She rushed at him, dropping her bow. She lunged right at him, pummeling her fists against his chest, trying her best to knock him to the ground. She was half his size, a sickly 80 pound girl who barely came up to his shoulder. But she tried to pummel him with all of the ferocity there was packed into her tiny frame.
"Don't you talk about my family! Don't you dare! You don't know anything! My father was a better man that you could ever hope to be. You are nothing compared to him. Nothing!"
She kept swinging her fists, even as she wheezed and struggled for breath, tears falling from her eyes. "You're just like them! You'd do anything? You would create monsters and unleash them on the world, all to protect your own? You bastard! What about the rest of the world?"
She took a tiny swing at his face.
"That is why I hate you! All of you! You'd do anything, anything, defy the gods, created unnatural monstrosities, unleash hell on the world, and you'd feel justified! You'd think you were doing right, not caring about everyone else, about the children who aren't your own! Do you know what a real father does? He goes out and does what he must, sacrifices himself to save the lives of people he's never met, to save lives you and your kind would throw away! It's not fair that he had to die and your kind get to live! And the world will always be in danger, always so long as there are people like you, people who would do anything, become anything, without caring about the consequences, about the horrors you would unleash on the rest of the world!"
Out of breath, she collapsed to her knees, sobbing, hacking, and wheezing, her tears falling hopelessly on the cold sand.
No one had been able to protect them.
"Gods damn you!"
She rushed at him, dropping her bow. She lunged right at him, pummeling her fists against his chest, trying her best to knock him to the ground. She was half his size, a sickly 80 pound girl who barely came up to his shoulder. But she tried to pummel him with all of the ferocity there was packed into her tiny frame.
"Don't you talk about my family! Don't you dare! You don't know anything! My father was a better man that you could ever hope to be. You are nothing compared to him. Nothing!"
She kept swinging her fists, even as she wheezed and struggled for breath, tears falling from her eyes. "You're just like them! You'd do anything? You would create monsters and unleash them on the world, all to protect your own? You bastard! What about the rest of the world?"
She took a tiny swing at his face.
"That is why I hate you! All of you! You'd do anything, anything, defy the gods, created unnatural monstrosities, unleash hell on the world, and you'd feel justified! You'd think you were doing right, not caring about everyone else, about the children who aren't your own! Do you know what a real father does? He goes out and does what he must, sacrifices himself to save the lives of people he's never met, to save lives you and your kind would throw away! It's not fair that he had to die and your kind get to live! And the world will always be in danger, always so long as there are people like you, people who would do anything, become anything, without caring about the consequences, about the horrors you would unleash on the rest of the world!"
Out of breath, she collapsed to her knees, sobbing, hacking, and wheezing, her tears falling hopelessly on the cold sand.
