Picking up a broken piece of the sword, she went back to Joslin with a wicked grin.
Joslin had tried hard in escaping Surie's approach, looking back at her approaching quietly.
Gasping for breath, she stiffly turns her head to the side at the pressure placed on her back.
Sitting on her, Surie pulls Joslin by the hair. Leaning forward for a whisper, she chuckles lightly, amused by her endurance.
Grimacing in pain at her hair being forcefully grabbed, she gnashed her teeth and chose to live out the pain.
She had known from the start that she wouldn't live, not after what lord Hisha had said to her.
'In the end, I live to die an embarrassing death.' She closes her eyes in despair, tears trailing down her eyes.
"How does it feel to die by your weapon?" Surie whispers.
Coughing before a response, Joslin grins. "I am not dead to know the feeling."
The markings on Surie's armor glow as she channels more Sux that had been gathered from the battle and damage she had endured.
Slit!
