She could dimly recognize the pressure of liquid heat behind her eyes as their bodies danced with violence. The ringing command to stop caught a nice hold of her invisible collar and pulled her back forcefully. Relief hit her before apprehension mixed well with remaining threads of fury could fill her head. It was over and she knew well that she had gone too far. The injuries she had managed to deal to him were relatively shallow. As her body rediscovered stillness, the maimed area or her neck throbbed rhythmically to match her heart’s splendid race. This was how it felt to be alive, heart horribly present in one’s chest and muscles screaming without a voice after rough use.
Her dark copper tail shivered uneasily between her two hind legs—uncertain of which emotion to display. As she had gone against Hybrid she had also gone against herself. What a pitiful creature she was. Cuts and bruises seemed to inhabit her body heavily, and a mental, tragic moan echoed through her mind. Pain was not something new, but she could never learn to appreciate it as she wanted to. This has at least been a very productive session. She resisted the urge to sneer at him, though let her ruby gaze rest upon his battle worn face. It would probably take a good deal to make her admit this, but her respect for the older Hydra had increased despite it all.
A court nod was granted the Holocaust male and she could not resist granting him a genuine smile. Without the full force of her anger present, her thoughts cleared. Perhaps she damaged whatever decent relationship they could have been able to forge. He was still the bastard that had maimed Silas’ face, but he was no less her elder in every way and deserved respect for that. Their session had ended, but Halo found herself thinking back about this often later the same day, hoping this would not be the last time the two of them practised together.