As if a horse had kicked him, the Prince slammed into the concrete ground covered like a blanket in mud.
She had shoved him.
He groaned as his useless body crashed into the ground.
Grazing his arms, he caught himself awkwardly.
He was bleeding from his forearm, a cut forming, but Liam chose to ignore it as he tilted his head to view the fight.
Aloysia had twisted her upper body, clearing the path for his blade to swipe air.
With his body off balance, she swung her arm swiftly, propelling it into the belly of his chest. He stuttered backwards, clasping his chest in one hand, dagger in the other.
He was breathing heavily, as he re-gained his stance. She un-sheathed one of her twin blades in response.
It was the one from the tavern.
Coated in dry blood, she thrusted her leg to his, swiping him from standing.
As he went tumbling, her flame full fist met his chin, driving him into the wall. The brick fractured like a web, dust dwindled on top of him on impact, as he sunk to the floor, weak and feeble. This was easy for her.
He moaned in agony as she strode towards him. Her force into the punch was unparalleled to even those in the royal guard, it made them laughing stock to her.
Aloysia walked with deadly grace. His guard hadn't even got in a punch, not even a brush of her cloak. She was terrifyingly good at what she did. Terrifyingly good.
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Dodging the idiot with ease, she sent him flying into the wall. Watching the body plummet into its doom stirred her blood. She snickered to herself.
Crouching next to his deteriorating body, she declined her head. His hair swayed with the bitter wind kissing his cheeks, while it was flapping at her hood, edging it to fall back.
His eyes, like all the others pleaded for their lives. But his, like all the others, never succeeded.
She raised her hood, revealing her crimson eyes glinting at the sight of her next kill. He gasped, reaching for his blade, but she was quicker, snatching it off him before he had the chance.
He knew in that moment that his heart would soon stop, they all did, when encountering The Shadow herself.
"I no-... now know... why... you hide your eyes..." He breathed, sucking in a breath from his swollen lips dripping blood from his crushed organs -most likely- .
Without a moment's hesitation she burrowed her blade into his stomach. The excruciating pain caused his body to jolt, before his husk of a body sunk to its side. All life had been drained out.
She smiled, inhaling his flickering light and the night sky above, the exhilarating blood rush to her head never getting old. There was no other feeling like it.
Her eyes lit up underneath her hood, to which she smudged her hood over them, preventing the light shining through. The guards blood seeped into concrete, mixing with the mud, a few feet from where the Prince lay injured.
Aloysia stood up, with her glare still fixed on the lifeless bod, situating her hood completely over her eyes, shrouding her face in darkness.
"Why do you do that?" The Prince asked, startled. "Why do you show them your eyes before you murder them?".
Murder.
It makes it sound like she was doing something wrong.
The fear in his voice was indistinguishable from his disgust.
She stayed hush, answering in silence without uttering a word.
The prince was fixed to the floor, unable to move. Frozen from what his eyes were receding back to his brain.
"You saved me"
She turned to face him. No hand outstretched to help him up. Not even an apology for shoving him that blimin hard. "Why?"
"I have my reasons"
She faced away, wrapping the night sky around her; her tone not convincing to his trained ears.
"You should get back to the safety of your castle Princleing"
She didn't sneer at his name this time, "It's not safe for you here"
A feint trace of concern was in that statement, sending warmth around his body, heating his frozen fingertips; and before he could agree, snapping out of his haze, she left, silent like the night sky.
Shoving the relay of images from tonight Liam though that going back didn't seem like a bad ideal after all.
Using his filth ridden arms, he trasnsitioned to standing awkwardly, brushing off excess dirt that he somehow became caked in.
Eyes, occasionally darting to the lifeless body slumped against the brick wall slathered with blood leaking from his bent torso, leaning forward.
His guard.
That was going to need explaining.
He bit his lip in guilt but swallowed it.
"He brought it upon himself", he repeated to himself every now and again when slight guilt would claw onto him during his long trek back to his warm, inviting home; so that he could actually get some rest, and not plan another suicidal trip for at least a month...