Layla's body was already suffering from the effects of using the black sword. The time she had used it was far shorter than the last time, but that just went to show how little of a resistance she had to the power of the sword now.
However, seeing a chance in the fight, an opportunity to end it all, she used everything she had. Moving as fast as she could, she had gone from one place to the other and delivered a large blow, but not the decisive blow she needed.
Her body was on the verge of collapsing, her mind close to shutting down and being taken over, but it wasn't her that had stopped drawing the energy from the weapon, it was the weapon itself.
The darkness from her eyes was starting to disappear, but the effects on her body remained as Pine stood there smiling.
'I am sorry, I promised that I would protect you, I do not wish to be the reason for your death.' The sword said.
