I Will Never Admit Defeat

The wind breezed through her green hair and the rocky ground crunched from beneath her heavy metal boots. Her armour clanked against her as she walked forwards and a bloody battle axe was in her gauntlet covered hand. Bodies of soldiers surrounded her and she could see them everywhere she went. Seeing fallen comrades made her want to curl up into a ball and cry, but she gritted her teeth and continued onwards.

Her eyes looked up and narrowed when she heard the footsteps. Another woman who was much older than her stood there, a malicious smirk on her lips. She had wavy dark brown hair and scarlet red eyes, and wore robes that were a little too exposed for what they were meant to be. “Do you admit defeat?” She asked the other woman.

The axe wielding girl scowled. “Never. I will never admit defeat. Especially to one such as you.”

The older woman smirked. “Then let me end your life right now.” She lifted up her sword which had sharp, jagged edges to it and stood in a battle stance.

The younger girl’s lips set into a thin line and she held her battle axe up. “Not if I do it first.” And with that, she charged at the white haired woman.

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Sorry for so much inactivity, I’ve been busy for so many reasons and I’ll probably get even busier, but I’ll try my best to post things as often as I can! ^_^

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