Arthemise Xius
SWRP Writer
- Joined
- Jan 17, 2018
- Messages
- 109
- Reaction score
- 34
It was too late.
Brandr had gripped her wrist before She could think to pull away and his heavily armored knee sailed into her open stomach. The pain that followed was immeasurable- the breath pulled from her lungs and blood filled her mouth. Her muscles tended, but she couldn’t catch herself as he discarded her on the ground at his feet. The gravel bit into her palms as she tried to break her fall, but her arms buckled under her weight and she found herself unable to move- clutching her stomach.
You’re alone, he reminded her with a scowl. His words hurt almost the same as his knee in her gut, but they were the truth. For all of the things Evandrus had taught her, her reputation had only been influenced by his presence and without him, she was nothing. The fear she felt now was similar in contrast to the scared girl on Nar Shaddaa- there was nowhere to run.
Brandr had gripped her wrist before She could think to pull away and his heavily armored knee sailed into her open stomach. The pain that followed was immeasurable- the breath pulled from her lungs and blood filled her mouth. Her muscles tended, but she couldn’t catch herself as he discarded her on the ground at his feet. The gravel bit into her palms as she tried to break her fall, but her arms buckled under her weight and she found herself unable to move- clutching her stomach.
You’re alone, he reminded her with a scowl. His words hurt almost the same as his knee in her gut, but they were the truth. For all of the things Evandrus had taught her, her reputation had only been influenced by his presence and without him, she was nothing. The fear she felt now was similar in contrast to the scared girl on Nar Shaddaa- there was nowhere to run.
“Y-Yes,” she managed to choke out the word in response, wiping the blood from her lips with the back of her dirtied hand.
Arthemise coughed again, body shaking as she tried again to lift herself from the ground but found herself unable. Her face rested in the dirt, legs drawn up into her chest. What she wanted to say was piss off, but another blow to the stomach would quickly put her down.