Agnes lunged at Sierra. Using the chains and the momentum of the swing, she narrowly dodged the attack. Sierra winced in pain as her movement stretched her open wound.
Agnes hit against the wall behind Sierra, but that did not stop her. It angered her even more.
Sierra needed to do something fast. Remembering what Vy taught her, Sierra decided to put it to good use. She closed her eyes and regulated her breathing.
"Oh, are you praying for someone to come save you? News flash, Your Majesty! No one can save you from me now!"
Agnes could hear the whispers in her mind, cheering her on. They were egging her on to do what she had set out to do. She raised her hand, which now resembled a crystal tiger paw, and she brought it down in one quick motion.
Blood splattered everywhere, Sierra cried out in pain. The searing pain of the fresh wound was too much for her to bear. Memories of the past, of wartime, resurfaced in her mind.
