"Haah... gah... aha..."
I struggled to my feet, my legs trembling beneath me. Blood dripped from the various gashes on my body, pooling beneath me as I stood.
My ice sword hung loosely in my grip, the once-sharp blade chipped and dull from the relentless attacks at it.
"Oh, look at you," Yara's voice came, dripping with excitement.
She clapped her hands together like a giddy child. "Barely standing, bleeding out, and yet still so… defiant. How absolutely exquisite."
Can't she fucking shut up?
Of course, I didn't respond.
I couldn't waste my energy on her taunts.
My focus was entirely on the rabbit-masked woman, who stood a few feet away and slowly walked towards me with her daggers.
"Haa..." I steadied my breathing, though each inhale sent a sharp pain through my ribs.
The rabbit-masked woman tilted her head, almost curiously, before she moved again.
She was fast—faster than before.
