Dst – For Master (2/2)

Amid the thrash of his body papers flew and fluttered about. Knocked prone by the grazing blow, she felt papers and shards of wood against her back. Looking up she scrabbled again, seeking what she needed. She hadn’t time.. not enough time. Her fingers felt paper.. wood.. him! She rolled away as he struck out at her, missing by a hair. The roll leaving her on her belly again, looking down at the object of her search. The long, keen knife lay before her. And, despite how the sight of it made her belly churn, she grasped for it desperately.

She heard him rising. She hadn’t enough time, but she moved regardless. Instinct took hold and she gave herself to it. Clutching the hilt in both dainty hands after she gained her knees, she turned and raised it with a scream on her lips. Lunging she struck out at him, rage burning in her chest.. exploding pain as she felt the resistance of flesh and heard his shocked grunt.

She felt blood well against her fingers. Her rage died, but the fire in her chest didn’t. She gazed down dumbly to see the hilt of his curved blade pressed flush between her breasts, the chain linking it to the mace clinking softly as it waved. Shocked she looked up to see her own blade pressed to the hilt into the man’s chest, his face a mask of outraged shock. Futile rage as he fell back from his crouch, pulling the curved blade with him, out of her body.

She gasped, her nerveless fingers removed from the blade that remained buried in his chest. She tasted blood upon her lips as she crumpled softly to the ground. It was hard to breath.. the pain. Yet she felt a peace descend over her thoughts even as her vision began to dim. She lay still, the shallow rise of her chest gradually diminishing.. stilling. But with her last breath she spoke words that left her lips curved into a soft smile.

“For Master.”