BLESSED BY A BITCH FROM A BASTARD SEED
pleasure to meet you, but better to bleed
"I am not a coward for refusing to kill you," Teiran says. There is no cowardice in fighting back against the unhinged thing in her that fears the memory of pain associated with that shining metal at her throat. And to kill a fellow citizens of Solterra, for no reason other than he made a stupid, foolish mistake for not knowing better?pleasure to meet you, but better to bleed
Teiran might not have a lot of things, but she does have some sense of honor. No matter how small.
When Mathias rises up on his back legs Teiran shifts her body to put her should in the path of his hooves. She braces her legs, throws her head away from his flailing punches. His hooves bite into her flesh, into the meat of her shoulder, and the soldier tightens her jaw and holds her ground. If it is not bleeding it will surely bruise.
Still, she doesn't strike back. This is not a fair fight. He is angry, and reckless, and his wildness gives her focus and clear mind the upper hand. She could hurt him in so many ways. He calls her a coward yet he is the one begging to walk out on life. Teiran could say it, could make a weapon of her knife-sharp words.
She could fight him.
She doesn't, because it doesn't feel right.
"Why are you so angry." It is, perhaps, the only consistent thing she can associate with Mathias, through every interaction she's had with him or he's had with someone else. Even in the seemingly pleasant ones, there has always been an undercurrent of something bitter and black. It seems that today, whatever it is, has finally worked its way completely to the surface.
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