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Halo had remained relatively quiet in her violent interaction with the two trespassers until now. But she had been grounded and although she tried, she just couldn’t seem to be able to get up on her feet. The rush of adrenaline could only do so much for her, and couldn’t award her with increased strength and speed any longer. Her chest heaved as her body attempted to comprehend the injuries it had obtained within so little time. The voice of the woman reached her ears, vaguely, but it was difficult to locate it anymore, as her senses seemed to be off and only proved confusing to her now. Scarlet, bloodied eyes squinted after the optime’s form, and caught only the conjecture of her enemy as she approached.
A heavy, bone-shattering blow fell on her ribs, and she cried out then, gasping at the mind-numbing pain that exploded from the point of impact. Drawing her next breath seemed like the most difficult task in the world, and it didn’t help when another crack of unimaginable pain flamed up as her collarbone broke under a second swing from the dull weapon in the other’s hand. Completely immobilized now, Halo couldn’t have moved if she had wished to. Numb body lay still on the ground, and she gulped down shallow, broken breaths, wishing each one was her last so that she wouldn’t have to go through the unrecognisable agony of another. Pupils amidst their seas of ruby continued to flicker in the search for the woman that would end her life, but couldn’t see anything or anyone anymore.
A third blast to her head was the last blow her shattered consciousness could take, though a last conscious thought was convinced that the last hit too had crunched on impact. Her unbroken limbs twitched slightly with involuntary cramps, but the world had become a dark hole and she couldn’t fight the tide as it sucked her into inescapable blackness.
Your faith walks on broken glass
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