02-17-2012, 09:33 PM
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Terra's hand was grabbed, stopping her attack. Terra growled, trying to break free. Her mind raced, trying to see where the flaw in her plan had been. She hadn't noticed that he had figured it out until it was too late. It drove her crazy. She didn't have time to finish her analysis as his hand swooped in. Terra's eyes widened as she realized she couldn't dodge. She was dead. Shadow's hand hung softly over her chest, where her heart was. It was so loud, racing in her ears. Terra breathed deeply, the close encounter having her draw herself up. Throwing her head back she laughed, feeling well and truly alive. She had survived, and she was having fun.
Her eyes glittered as she met Shadow's, his own filled with pride. For what, Terra was unsure. She was simply enjoying herself, pushed to the limits of her abilities and carefree. There was no danger in what they were doing, no matter what Terra managed to come up with, as limited as her way of thinking was. Terra noted the tension shaken out, smiling as she realized she'd forced him to show a level higher than he had been expecting. His analysis was fun, revealing how much he'd understood. She was years behind him, but Terra would learn, and she would catch up as quickly as she could. Terra didn't understand what an assassin was, but his words of being trained for his reflexes and observation helped Terra feel better about being so far behind. His words of thinking of her as a sister meant nothing to her. She hadn't even given him her real name.
Shaking her head Terra looked at Shadow. I don't know what an assassin is. Should it matter to me?
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Terra's hand was grabbed, stopping her attack. Terra growled, trying to break free. Her mind raced, trying to see where the flaw in her plan had been. She hadn't noticed that he had figured it out until it was too late. It drove her crazy. She didn't have time to finish her analysis as his hand swooped in. Terra's eyes widened as she realized she couldn't dodge. She was dead. Shadow's hand hung softly over her chest, where her heart was. It was so loud, racing in her ears. Terra breathed deeply, the close encounter having her draw herself up. Throwing her head back she laughed, feeling well and truly alive. She had survived, and she was having fun.
Her eyes glittered as she met Shadow's, his own filled with pride. For what, Terra was unsure. She was simply enjoying herself, pushed to the limits of her abilities and carefree. There was no danger in what they were doing, no matter what Terra managed to come up with, as limited as her way of thinking was. Terra noted the tension shaken out, smiling as she realized she'd forced him to show a level higher than he had been expecting. His analysis was fun, revealing how much he'd understood. She was years behind him, but Terra would learn, and she would catch up as quickly as she could. Terra didn't understand what an assassin was, but his words of being trained for his reflexes and observation helped Terra feel better about being so far behind. His words of thinking of her as a sister meant nothing to her. She hadn't even given him her real name.
Shaking her head Terra looked at Shadow. I don't know what an assassin is. Should it matter to me?
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