I land on the branch as she dodges and lands on the floor bellow me. "You hurt my feelings." I say pulling a sad face and putting a hand on my heart. "I just wanted to get along." I run up the tree for speed and flip backwards from it and bring my scythe downwards at her.
Lying on the floor from landing badly, I try to roll out of the way, but I'm not fast enough. I manage to move far enough to the side that it doesn't hit anywhere that could kill me, but it hits my right arm. I cry out in pain, the huge gash starts pouring with blood, and I can't move that arm anymore.
Realising I hit the girl, I give a smirk and swing my weapon backwards. "So disappointing, I thought we could of been friends." I step on her wounded arm and twist it, causing the bone to completely shatter. "Last chance." I say with a smile.
The pain is far worse now, and I bite my lip so that I don't scream. I don't want to give her the satisfaction. "You won't win," I say stubbornly. "You may defeat me, but there are warriors in there at stronger, that you'll never defeat."
With the hand that I can still move, I try to shove the scythe away. The blade digs into my hand, and blood spills all down my arm. With the scythe not directly touching my throat anymore, I kick her leg as hard as I possibly can with both of my own, hoping the force is enough to knock her down so I can escape.
Shocked at her sudden determination, she kicks my leg and I stumble backwards onto the floor. My scythe, which is now bloody, skids across the floor so it is out of reach. "Hey! I thought we were going to be best friends!"
"Not a chance," I reply, scrambling to my feet. I turn around and run as fast as I can, which isn't very fast at all, in the other direction. Once at a somewhat safe distance, I try to throw my last few knives at her while I run, but I am hopeless at aiming with my left hand. They go sailing past her, and all I can do is running.
I get onto my kneels as I gather my thoughts. "Why does no one ever want to... Why am I so alone..." I mumble but my voice starts to raise as my eyes blacken. "I'm the same as every one else..." I start to create a huge black cloud behind me. "I'm normal, I'm normal, I'M NORMAL!!!" The magic bursts around me as I scream and causes an earthquake.
As I run, the ground starts to shake, and I trip. What the hell is this?! I think to myself, trying to stand back up. My left arm is bent in an awkward position beneath me, and I can't move my right arm at all, so I can't push myself up. I'm stuck down here. Please don't come here, please don't come here, please don't come here, I think, turning my head as far as I can to see where the girl with the scythe is.
I can't stop the voices in my head. All I can hear is screaming and insults as I wander unevenly down the path. As I walk, in the corner of my eye I see the girl I nearly killed from earlier. "...*****..." I mutter to her, but keep walking and pay no attention to her.
She just... walked past? She was trying to kill me a moment ago! What's going on?
I watch her walk along the path for a moment, before everything starts to go fuzzy. My arm is still bleeding, if I don't do something I could die from the blood loss, but I can't do anything in this state.
I hear a small whimper behind me. I stop in my tracks and sigh. Turing I see the girl in pain and I slowly walk back towards her. Placing and hand on her arm, I push through dark magic, causing her a lot of pain. Despite this, the magic heals her arm. "What's your name?" I ask for the second time today.
I scream in pain as she uses black magic on my arm. When I look at it after, the gash is gone, and I can move it. "I don't want your pity..." I mutter through gritted teeth, ignoring her question.
She's confusing... One minute she's leading a small army to attack our fort, and trying to kill me, the next she's healing my arm...?
I don't trust her, so I use my newly healed arm to push myself up into a sitting position, and shuffle away from her. Everything is stiff fuzzy, so I don't try to stand up.
I don't even look at her as she moves. Sticking out my hand, I use black magic to create an unbreakable smog like chain around her arm to pull her back. "Why are you trying to run." I look her in the eyes. "Do you hate me or something?"
"Fine, yes, I hate you, for several reasons. This, for a start," I tell her. For the third time, I move away. "You won't let me move away, it's like you're holding me hostage or something."
