[And then she screams, the pain a shockwave through her whole body, and she falls limp, flopped over his spear, dead.
Or so it seemed, as she propped herself up, holding onto the spear with an impossible grip as her knees are weakened from the pain. Blood spills all over the floor, her shirt, and now she wished she had taken it off first, but it was an impulsive decision. She bites her teeth together so hard that her mouth bleeds.
The problem with living through every fatal blow is that you can feel every part of it. That pain is immense, and no country ever wanted to feel it. But such is history, such is life. It's hard to breathe, but she manages to lift her head, look at him in the eye, and--]
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Or so it seemed, as she propped herself up, holding onto the spear with an impossible grip as her knees are weakened from the pain. Blood spills all over the floor, her shirt, and now she wished she had taken it off first, but it was an impulsive decision. She bites her teeth together so hard that her mouth bleeds.
The problem with living through every fatal blow is that you can feel every part of it. That pain is immense, and no country ever wanted to feel it. But such is history, such is life. It's hard to breathe, but she manages to lift her head, look at him in the eye, and--]
It...really...really stings.
[No shit, Sen-chan.]