The nod Yachiyo gave her was louder than anything she could have said at this point. The German held the sword in one hand, looking at it as her mind raced. Yachiyo had said they had been drafted... drafted meant they didn't have a choice. What would happen if they refused? She didn't want to find out. Taking a quick look at Kisa, she almost flinched; the girl was pale as a ghost. Inwardly, she wondered if she herself looked as shocked. 'Better me than her.' Chloe thought, and, lo and behold, the corner of her mouth twitched as if trying to smile to Kisa. The tall girl then closed her eyes.
She could feel her heartbeat; it was quick, but strong. She counted the beats, falling in time with them as she turned the sword so it was point first towards her chest. One hand was placed firmly around the hilt while the other at the base, ready to plunge the weapon to its desired location. Taking a deep breath, she willed her heart to calm slightly as she counted the beats; One... two... three. Without a second more of hesitation, Chloe plunged the blade through her chest, where her heart would be.
Instantaneously her world was on fire. Never before had she felt such raw and agonizing pain. The German let out a strangled groan before stumbling. She didn't want to fall. Her legs shook with the effort, and she stayed standing... for a bit. But all things must end, and she eventually fell to her knees with a thud, ripping the blade from her chest as she did so. She couldn't see, she couldn't hear, she couldn't breathe. She had never felt so vulnerable before. Was this what it was like to die? It was like drowning in a lake of fire. As much as it hurt, there was something at the tip of her tongue that felt familiar and yet so foreign.
"G-Garmr..."
She rasped. As if he was summoned, the floor in front of Chloe began to rip open, clawed paws reaching up to drag their owner out of the hole. It was doglike in shape, yet much larger than any dog on this Earth, perhaps 6' at the shoulders alone. Black fur covered its body and it wore a skull like a helmet, crimson orbs peeking through the cracked bone. Large membranous wings sprouted from his shoulders on either side of the fire that lined the dog's body from the nape of its neck to the tip of its tail. It had a leather collar around its neck with a chain that dragged on the floor, with splashes of blood all over its body. Garmr let out a howl as the ground closed up once more, not a trace that it had been torn open previously. Chloe couldn't keep her gaze on the beast as she struggled to remain conscious.
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She could feel her heartbeat; it was quick, but strong. She counted the beats, falling in time with them as she turned the sword so it was point first towards her chest. One hand was placed firmly around the hilt while the other at the base, ready to plunge the weapon to its desired location. Taking a deep breath, she willed her heart to calm slightly as she counted the beats; One... two... three. Without a second more of hesitation, Chloe plunged the blade through her chest, where her heart would be.
Instantaneously her world was on fire. Never before had she felt such raw and agonizing pain. The German let out a strangled groan before stumbling. She didn't want to fall. Her legs shook with the effort, and she stayed standing... for a bit. But all things must end, and she eventually fell to her knees with a thud, ripping the blade from her chest as she did so. She couldn't see, she couldn't hear, she couldn't breathe. She had never felt so vulnerable before. Was this what it was like to die? It was like drowning in a lake of fire. As much as it hurt, there was something at the tip of her tongue that felt familiar and yet so foreign.
"G-Garmr..."
She rasped. As if he was summoned, the floor in front of Chloe began to rip open, clawed paws reaching up to drag their owner out of the hole. It was doglike in shape, yet much larger than any dog on this Earth, perhaps 6' at the shoulders alone. Black fur covered its body and it wore a skull like a helmet, crimson orbs peeking through the cracked bone. Large membranous wings sprouted from his shoulders on either side of the fire that lined the dog's body from the nape of its neck to the tip of its tail. It had a leather collar around its neck with a chain that dragged on the floor, with splashes of blood all over its body. Garmr let out a howl as the ground closed up once more, not a trace that it had been torn open previously. Chloe couldn't keep her gaze on the beast as she struggled to remain conscious.