Falling
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Too fast.
Such speed was unimaginable, inhuman!
A black blur streaking across the battlefield.
She'd never make it in time.
The warmth of her own blood was a constant reminder of how limited her time was.
But she couldn't die.
Not yet.
Not with him in danger.
She raced past combatants, hurdling over the corpses of friends and enemies alike; it didn't matter right now. Casualties of war, nothing more.
It was becoming harder and harder to breathe, and every breath was painful. She fought the darkness creeping at the edges of her sight.
But she couldn't stop.
So close. She was so close.
Maybe...just maybe she could...
"Aggh!"
Blinding white.
Burning.
Blood.
Steel.
She coughed and turned on her unseen enemy. But her vision was blurry and the darkness was closing in.
And suddenly, she was surrounded.
No time.
There was no time for this!
A slight whispering, so quiet she was afraid she had imagined it...
Thirteen soldiers exploded in a deluge of crimson.
Not a drop landed on her. She smiled/
"Go to him!"
She nodded, remembering her pursuit.
With a fresh wound on her back, she pushed her body to the point of breaking.
She'd never make it.
Silently, she pleaded with anyone, everyone that would listen. When she opened her eyes, she was closer, if only slightly more so, than the blur. It seemed to have slowed somehow. Or she had gotten faster.
Either way. She'd take what she could get.
But she had taken too long. Her body was failing fast. If she didn't do something soon, she wouldn't make it in time, if at all.
This was it. It was her-and his-only chance.
She coiled her muscles, crouching like a cat ready to pounce.
Three running steps. She jumped at him.
A black ball of crackling fire hit her in the chest, forcing a crimson spray from her mouth.
He turned.
But she was falling...
He dropped to his knees and grabbed her.
...falling, and there was no light at the end of the tunnel, no light at all...
He cradled her in his lap, seemingly oblivious to the carnage around him.
...but something was there, just out of reach, so close...
He brushed the hair from her face, whispered her name.
...there, his face, his sweet face, safe, and she was smiling...
He wiped the blood from her lips.
...and she was falling again, but it wasn't so dark, and it was warm now, happy, she was so happy...
He grabbed her hand and she squeezed slightly, smiling up at him with eyes clear as a cloudless sky.
Her hand dropped and her body grew limp, her eyes closing...but the smile stayed...
Anger.
It pulsed through his veins like liquid fire and he laid her aside gently, lurching to his feet.
He screamed and lunged, determined to rip the monster limb from wretched limb.
He grabbed the thing, cloaked and hooded in black, with one hand and broke its arm.
There was a screeching noise.
It only fueled his fury.
He pulled his sword from its sheath and smiled.
The thing fell to pieces.
He placed his blade back at his waist, not wiping it, as no blood had stained it.
He fell to his knees, this time not with shock or grief, but with pain, sudden and searing, ripping through his entire body. He twisted and writhed upon the ground, and he heard screaming...
...but it was fading...
...everything...was fading...
...and it was silent...
...it seemed...almost like a blanket...
...warm...and soft...comforting...
...and her face was there...
...and she was smiling...
...and she grabbed his hand...
...and they fell...
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