Demons in the Snow (PvP)

[Dawnika Snow]

Scarlet crimson ran down the assassin’s arms. She could hardly stand. Fighting with fists was something for a seasoned warrior, not a 120 pound woman with no muscle. Her legs buckled as she tried to approach Koal. The voice in her mind rose again.

You’re such a weakling! Screeched the demonic voice of Kagetsume. If you would have just let me take over, he’d be a pool of blood and bones by now.

“Shut up!” Dawn screamed throwing her hands on her head in pain and stumbling around. “Stop talking! Leave me alone!”

Nothing but a joke you worthless human! You couldn't protect anything! The horrid voice of the demon smashed against the girl's temples.

“Yes I can! Get out of my fucking head!” She yelled flailing around crazily like she was trying to fight an invisible opponent. “I'm not a toy for you to mess with demon!”

You humans are so cute. It's funny that you believe you can command a demon. Just you wait flesh bag. Dawn fumbled around more before stopping and panting heavily. Blood splat from her mouth violently as she coughed. A spark in her eyes flashed when she looked back up at Koal. She’ll finish this one way or another, even if she died trying. The creed of The Blades was triumph with power, or die with honour. With renewed vigor, the assassin charged the dark haired demon. Just as she was about to introduce her knuckles to his face though, her eyes flickered with color. Fading from blue to silver in a quick second. As soon as her eyes changed color, she passed out to the snow, splashing a decent amount of loose snow in the air around her. It sprinkled the back of her hoodie.

“I can’t.” She wheezed choking on blood in her throat to speak. “I’m too badly injured, can’t continue.” She looked up at Koal with frozen eyes. She spoke clearly for a few sentences.

“‘Somewhere between happy, and total fucking wreck. My feet are sometimes on solid ground, but sometimes at the edge’” She spoke looking Koal dead in the eyes. “‘Life for you’s been less than kind. So take a number, stand in line. We’ve all been sorry, we’ve all been hurt - But how we survive is what makes us who we are.’” With that last word her face hit the snow. She was unconscious.