"Hey, bitch, get up." Sapphire said, "Isn't this what you wanted?" She growled, "COME ON, YOU BITCH."
"HAHAHA" Morrigan laughed. Not a laugh of scorn, nor of despair. It was a pure, raw, almost savage laugh. A laugh from someone who bled, felt, fell... and got up.
Slowly, she rose amid the dust and blood, cracking her bruised shoulders and wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Her tousled hair covered part of her face, but her golden eyes shone like those of a hungry wolf.
"Hah... that's right. That's combat."
Sapphire did not respond. She simply took two steps forward, her spear still glowing with internal embers, as if every fiber of the weapon vibrated in unison with her breathing. Her body was covered in cuts, her muscles tense, her chest rising and falling at a controlled pace. But her eyes said it all: absolute focus. No hesitation.
