Post by Lily Yarrow on Feb 22, 2019 9:46:11 GMT
Lily blinked in disbelief as the man launched into another tirade. It was all she could do to focus on her breathing while he talked. Her head was a little lighter than she would have preferred. A problem she lacked the means to deal with presently. A problem which the slow trickle of blood that ran down her palm and over her swollen fingers promised would only get worse with time.
Still, to see the weapon she had so lovingly crafted be destroyed in contempt of her challenged everything she stood to achieve at this school. It was an insult greater than any slur he could have offered, and she felt her teeth gnashing in response.
"You speak as if you are a force of nature, and maybe you're right. Maybe I am insignificant in comparison, but don't talk to me of hard learned lessons when you know nothing of what I've seen." She spat the word nothing with such raw emotion that even she was surprised. Her broken but still semi-functional hand twitched as she tried to clench her fist, but could not fully bend her fingers. She winced, but continued on. "I've had worse than this, but not from another human. This world will take everything from everybody. All you can do is fight until it takes your ability to do that away from you too. I came here to fight, to hone my skills and prepare myself for what comes next. If you want to spill my brains all over these tiles then go ahead. I'll die with a smile knowing that they'll hunt you down for it. This is a school, not a warzone. The kingdoms are at peace, and murder is illegal in all of them the last I checked. It'll be a better death than most of the ones I've already avoided."
Her heart was racing, a clammy sweat was beginning to bead on her forehead. Her naturally pale skin was beginning to look sallow, but her eyes were fixed on the man who could at any moment call her bluff and end her life. "And as for you being a storm that doesn't know I'm here, you've spent a lot of wind and words on someone you see as an insect."
She seemed to have gained a handle on her raw emotion, these last words cooling slightly into a managable, if still disgusted tone.
She then fumbled with her two broken hands, using her left wrist to hoist her mangled right hand into her adjacent armpit. She manages to stifle her wince as she slams her arm down against the hand and pressing hard. Some small amount of the blood was staunched by this, but it was a far cry from properly bandaging the wound. She could feel the sticky warm fluid passing through her shirt, likely ruining the bra beneath. She tried to maintain a balance between pressure and comfort, but comfort was not really achievable at the moment so she simply grinned and bore it.
If she was still as unsteady on her feet as she had been, it did not show as she bent her knees in a defensive pose. She couldn't fight back conventionally, but she hoped she might be able to dodge him for at least a little while. She doubted that she stood any chance of tiring him out before he managed to outmaneuver her, especially considering her many stamina debilitating handicaps at the moment. Even so, she couldn't back down from this.
Or rather, she could. She could have left the moment her plan went awry. The moment she realized she was outclassed beyond her wildest imaginations. She had always ran though. She had promised herself over and over again that she wouldn't run anymore. She had trained so hard to sharpen her skills so she wouldn't need to run anymore. She had run over and over again, and she was sick of it. She was not as concerned with her mortality as she maybe should have been. She did not want to die, despite all outward appearances. To die here, while perhaps ensuring the death of a monster in the process, would achieve nothing. The grimm would still be an infestation, misery and suffering would continue, and more would lose everything. The world would not remember her, not that she cared, but she did long to achieve more than what she had. And yet, she could not bring herself to flee. Her body may be broken, her weapon too. Her spirit had taken it's lumps though, and while she was incredibly fragile in some ways, against the monsters of the world her resolve did not falter. She must have looked manic to him, the fire in her eyes deeply contrasted by her already pathetic state. She had more to spew at him, but she silenced herself. Whatever happened next would happen. She clenched her hand tighter against her body, and made ready to fight.
Still, to see the weapon she had so lovingly crafted be destroyed in contempt of her challenged everything she stood to achieve at this school. It was an insult greater than any slur he could have offered, and she felt her teeth gnashing in response.
"You speak as if you are a force of nature, and maybe you're right. Maybe I am insignificant in comparison, but don't talk to me of hard learned lessons when you know nothing of what I've seen." She spat the word nothing with such raw emotion that even she was surprised. Her broken but still semi-functional hand twitched as she tried to clench her fist, but could not fully bend her fingers. She winced, but continued on. "I've had worse than this, but not from another human. This world will take everything from everybody. All you can do is fight until it takes your ability to do that away from you too. I came here to fight, to hone my skills and prepare myself for what comes next. If you want to spill my brains all over these tiles then go ahead. I'll die with a smile knowing that they'll hunt you down for it. This is a school, not a warzone. The kingdoms are at peace, and murder is illegal in all of them the last I checked. It'll be a better death than most of the ones I've already avoided."
Her heart was racing, a clammy sweat was beginning to bead on her forehead. Her naturally pale skin was beginning to look sallow, but her eyes were fixed on the man who could at any moment call her bluff and end her life. "And as for you being a storm that doesn't know I'm here, you've spent a lot of wind and words on someone you see as an insect."
She seemed to have gained a handle on her raw emotion, these last words cooling slightly into a managable, if still disgusted tone.
She then fumbled with her two broken hands, using her left wrist to hoist her mangled right hand into her adjacent armpit. She manages to stifle her wince as she slams her arm down against the hand and pressing hard. Some small amount of the blood was staunched by this, but it was a far cry from properly bandaging the wound. She could feel the sticky warm fluid passing through her shirt, likely ruining the bra beneath. She tried to maintain a balance between pressure and comfort, but comfort was not really achievable at the moment so she simply grinned and bore it.
If she was still as unsteady on her feet as she had been, it did not show as she bent her knees in a defensive pose. She couldn't fight back conventionally, but she hoped she might be able to dodge him for at least a little while. She doubted that she stood any chance of tiring him out before he managed to outmaneuver her, especially considering her many stamina debilitating handicaps at the moment. Even so, she couldn't back down from this.
Or rather, she could. She could have left the moment her plan went awry. The moment she realized she was outclassed beyond her wildest imaginations. She had always ran though. She had promised herself over and over again that she wouldn't run anymore. She had trained so hard to sharpen her skills so she wouldn't need to run anymore. She had run over and over again, and she was sick of it. She was not as concerned with her mortality as she maybe should have been. She did not want to die, despite all outward appearances. To die here, while perhaps ensuring the death of a monster in the process, would achieve nothing. The grimm would still be an infestation, misery and suffering would continue, and more would lose everything. The world would not remember her, not that she cared, but she did long to achieve more than what she had. And yet, she could not bring herself to flee. Her body may be broken, her weapon too. Her spirit had taken it's lumps though, and while she was incredibly fragile in some ways, against the monsters of the world her resolve did not falter. She must have looked manic to him, the fire in her eyes deeply contrasted by her already pathetic state. She had more to spew at him, but she silenced herself. Whatever happened next would happen. She clenched her hand tighter against her body, and made ready to fight.