Roaring out what could only be a dangerous battle cry Griffin came at her fast, hard and without remorse. Sliding her foot to the side before it hit the ground, Siana ducked dipping out of the blades way. Her spear outstretched whipping around behind her backside.

Aiming to catch his back, she wasn’t fast enough as his blade seemed to spin around without him having to follow. She blocked it, but the impact sent her feet sliding backwards. If she couldn’t get a hit in she’d end up getting herself killed.

He came at her again, a fierceness she hadn’t seen in the younger groups. It was terrifying her, bringing out a natural fight or flight instinct in her blood. A second to look over at War who was seemingly calm to the whole thing as he bit into his half eaten apple. She growled refocusing on the problem before her.

Most of her movements were to avoid the striking blows of his weapon, she had little time to even come up with a strike of her own. However her plan to avoid him, it almost seemed as though he was gaining speed. Always slightly faster than the last encounter. She shouldn’t of been thinking so hard, for the blade he held snapped like a snakes head till it was coming down on top of her skull.

With seconds to think of a way out Siana lifted the spear, holding it at both ends she braced for impact. Already knowing what was to become of her weapon she held her breath. Moment of impact was right on target, cracking her spear in half the weight it didn’t consume pushed Siana down. Dust billowed around her frame covering her clothes even more, a spear piece on either side of her body lay within inches of fingertips.

Griffin snorts swinging his sword till it rested upon a shoulder plate, he looked utterly unamused with the whole outcome. Turning to see War’s face, Siana caught a small frown tugging at his lips. She looked down between her sprawled legs, though she didn’t know the man well she was gravely annoyed with how she displeased him.

“War may me have a real spar now? I’d like to break a sweat today” More laughter caressed her already burning ears. Couldn’t they at least wait till she was out of earshot to pick at already bleeding scabs.

Tossing his core War rubbed his shoulder. This hadn’t gone the way he had planned. As she sat there, head downward and eyes lowered the gathered group continued their light assault on her. It was common to pick at weaker ones, it was to get them to fight back, to gain a spark of fire under them. But all this seemed to do was drown her deeper in a pit of sorrow.

Ready to cease all their chatter War was beaten by Griffin who kicked Siana’s leg, the simple motion wasn’t what bothered him but the insult to kicking a dog when already down. Even his enemies didn’t receive such bashing.

“Get up girl, cry off some place else.” A second wave of something flooded War’s senses causing a low rumble to form within his chest, his foot moved but froze the second he saw her move.

His words stung, the kick wasn’t all that had set her a flame. But the over all of having had enough, to be beaten was one thing but to be belittled was a completely different story. She had one shot to make it all count, one final stand or die in the end.

With the fastest movements she’d ever put forth Siana snatched the broken spear to her right as her left hand slid across the ground scooping up a handful of dirt. Rainbowing it across Griffin’s face she dusted his scenes. A swordless hand came up to rub his eyes of the particles that were now causing him pain.

Both feet pushed off the ground digging already broken heels into the rough soil, her shoulder with the spear dipped allowing her full weight to slam into his ribs. The right of her foot quickly moved behind his left leg catching the heel of his boot, both motions together gave him little time to balance himself.

A sharp blade whistled past her face skimming of of her floating hair. The feeling of time holding its breath gave her moments to gather another hold on her emotions, as his body plummeted to the ground with a loud clang. Siana moved quickly, pushing herself to ignore the snarl he gave off as his sword hand came up to strike at anything.

Standing over top Griffins laid out body Siana held the spear firmly with one hand as the other cupped the broken top, it stabbed his throat holding steady as she panted with vigor. Her adrenaline was pumping faster than her blood causing an overflow of what could only be described as sheer power.

Griffins eyes blinks away more soil looking up at her, when he dared to shift his eyes to a cold darkness Siana pushed her cupped hand down on the spear digging the tip into his flesh. Every fiber in her wanted to push it through his throat, to watch as more blood spilled onto the light soil making a pool under his head.

She knew the consequences for doing such a thing, but at that moment it was as though she was invisible. A feeling she’d never experienced before, a feeling she didn’t want to let go.

“Siana!” She heard it, the sound of a heavy male voice. It rang through her, shaking even her toes. But her kill was here staring up at her, at any moment he could destroy her.

“Siana enough, you’ve done good!” The moment she heard the complement her body shifted, never knowing what it was liked to be praised Siana looked up into the eyes of War. He had somehow gotten closer without her hearing his footsteps.

Looking down at Griffin she quickly jumped off him dropping the spear, her body felt sick like it had been pumped full spoiled food. Stepping out of reach of both males she kept her hands against her sides, eyes began to wander not knowing where to be placed.

“Go get cleaned, I will come for you shortly.” Nodding to her to go on Siana nearly broke out into a run, the fast she got away from them the better. She should of moved faster, catching the mens chatter as they began to pick at Griffin for being defeated by a mere girl. Siana’s stomach flipped making her cup her mouth.