The dying whimpers of the creature would haunt Maea for years. If she had years. Any thoughts about the future was fading away, and everything of the past had ceased to matter. Only this moment, where she felt the tip of the blade connect with something yet came away clean. Perhaps a scratch, perhaps a tiny pinprick; it was not enough.
So she returned to the stance someone had once taught her, muscles acting on their own (as was intended) and immediately she repeated the only move she knew. A forward lunge, a deep thrust that hopefully would find its way home this time.
For her sake (to spare her breaking heart). For the creature's sake (to save it from the pain). If the gods had any mercy.
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Maea lunges again, stabbing with the sword at the same spot as before.
So she returned to the stance someone had once taught her, muscles acting on their own (as was intended) and immediately she repeated the only move she knew. A forward lunge, a deep thrust that hopefully would find its way home this time.
For her sake (to spare her breaking heart). For the creature's sake (to save it from the pain). If the gods had any mercy.
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Maea lunges again, stabbing with the sword at the same spot as before.
MAEA
just a glimpse of truth
