=Nightshade=
Previously Night's Shadow
Taylor whirled, noting the two knives coming from different directions, but unable to react in time. Her endurance was running low, and the wound on her side was still slowing her down. She attempted to dodge both knives, but it seemed she’d bitten off more than she could chew in taking on the Green Reaper without backup.
Too slow! One arm came up to block the knife aimed higher as she jerked reflexively out of the way.
Too slow! She’d misjudged the distance, and the knife cut a diagonal slash across her face. Taylor clutched at the deep gash, but refused to cry out. The other knife sank deep into her hip, and she pulled away, biting through her lip until she drew blood with the effort of remaining silent. Blood dripped from both of her adversary’s knives.
My blood. Too slow. Taylor was in shock, and barely registered the pain from her injuries. This is it. I’m gonna die. Her eyes narrowed as she wobbled unsteadily. The deck was slick with crimson. Blood. Her blood. If I’m going down, I will go down trying to get the job done. Her fingers fumbled, but managed to pull one more throwing knife from her belt. She closed one eye, gauged the distance from her to the Admiral, completely disregarding the Reaper. She was done for anyways, so she figured there was nothing more that could be done to her. She pulled back her arm, even as she felt herself fall to her knees.
Taylor threw the knife as she felt her consciousness dim.
Too slow.
Too slow! One arm came up to block the knife aimed higher as she jerked reflexively out of the way.
Too slow! She’d misjudged the distance, and the knife cut a diagonal slash across her face. Taylor clutched at the deep gash, but refused to cry out. The other knife sank deep into her hip, and she pulled away, biting through her lip until she drew blood with the effort of remaining silent. Blood dripped from both of her adversary’s knives.
My blood. Too slow. Taylor was in shock, and barely registered the pain from her injuries. This is it. I’m gonna die. Her eyes narrowed as she wobbled unsteadily. The deck was slick with crimson. Blood. Her blood. If I’m going down, I will go down trying to get the job done. Her fingers fumbled, but managed to pull one more throwing knife from her belt. She closed one eye, gauged the distance from her to the Admiral, completely disregarding the Reaper. She was done for anyways, so she figured there was nothing more that could be done to her. She pulled back her arm, even as she felt herself fall to her knees.
Taylor threw the knife as she felt her consciousness dim.
Too slow.