Word Count :: 407(+2) :: Drama is copming *epic background music*
She felt the impact even before her earthen colored ears could pick up the sound of steps reaching her, the only warning being a reddish blur pushing her away from the spot where she had been contemplating the hand-to-hand battle occuring before her. It had surprised her how swiftly had the ebony hued girl blocked Lanna's lunge. And, even more, how had she kept attacking, to the point that the Guardian was now overpowered by the stranger.
In the end, she did not hear the light footsteps of the young female, nor the heavy hits of clawed paws against the ground. For a second, a sheet of red shades was displayed before her, and the next she was being pushed away from the battlefield. The push was not intended to make her fall, but something stood on her feet's path as she tried to gain balance, allowing the gravity to claim her body as its own and pulling her towards the hard ground. It wasn't until than that the multi-shaded female reacted. A whine escaped her opened lips as she felt her shoulder collide with something sharp -perhaps her own weapon- cut short by the vibrations produced by the collision of her head against the ground. She was now vulnerable, and she knew that whoever had been charging at her from behind would be able to have her. Any of the enemies fighting in her surroundings could take advantage on her position and rip her throat open. But they didn't. The only sound she heard were a struggle and more steps. Despite the drumming pain which covered all her upper area, the masked female rose her shoulders until she was able to see the events happening before her, a cold feeling of pain drilling her collarbone as she forced the muscles to support her weight.
Her eyes catched the picture before her briefly before she had to close her eyes and hold her nape out of pain. A dark shadow was casted over the girl whom she had previously saved, one of her protectors launching her shiny weapon towards it with a strength that only rage could provide. Regarding the pain as a less important matter, she straightened her trembling body once again, grabbing her dagger in the way and trying to move towards the horrid scene, horror tatooed on her features. Somehow, she knew that she would be too late. And that somebody would die today.
Luna lives "Luna says" Luna thinks "Ghost says"
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