A Sight For Sore Eyes {TombGirl}

A girl suddenly came out onto the horses field, eyes wide and body hesitant. The girl stepped forward with tentative steps, and then she said something. Bastet couldn't hear it, her ears preventing her from processing the sound. Bastet wasn't close enough to read her lips, but by the shape of her lips, it almost looked like she was saying "hell". Bastet assumed she had missed the first part of the phrase.

Walking forward, she pointed to her ears, trying to say she couldn't hear. Looking behind her at the stables, she looked at her horse's movements. They looked scared and angry. Their ears were lying flat, indicating such a thing. Bastet pieced the facts together: a random stranger comes on the farm, her horses aren't scared of bad weather, and when newcomers come, the horses never behave like this. With her eyes narrowing, she realized that this girl was a danger, and had to be dealt with.

[[Attacks Treasure]]
[dice=200+1000]
[[Deep Gash on Left Bicep: 8 Damage]]

Bastet ran away from the girl after striking her bicep. Running away in trimph, she fell a small tickle, and then she saw her ear, lying on the ground. Dear God... Just a second ago, she had her beautiful pale ears firmly on her head, and then just with anothers actions, her left ear was gone, and blood ran down her neck in a red velvet anger. Bastet was angry, intensely, that she was just defending her horses, and then BAM, she's the bad guy.

With anger in her arms, face, and just whole entire body, she ran to the girl, feeling the wind press against her body as she jumped into the air, sword in a downward position to strike.

[[Attacks Treasure]]
[dice=200+1000]
[[Deep Gash on Left Calf -- 8.0]]

Striking her on her calf was good enough for a person who never fought before. Actually, she was lucky, getting blows like that two times in a row. With a cocky smile, she whipped the sword at the ground, the blood stains leaving an imprint on the earth.

The cocky smile was wiped off Bastet's face in an instant. Stabbed in the back was the worst pain anybody could go through. Blood seeping out of the wound, she fell to her knees, trying to touch the hurt area to hold it just like any sane person would do. Despair rose in her, thinking she could possibly die. No. I will not allow this. Bastet had over come deafness, bullying, and so much more just to die at the hands of a coward? She wouldn't allow this to happen to herself.

With her head held high, she rose to her feel, steel at her side. Her breathing ragged, she rose her sword in front of her body, ready to attack the girl. Bastet would triumph over this girl, because she put a faith in herself she never had before. This newfound feeling overtook her, and she raised her sword higher, running at the girl with every bit of anger she could even attempt to muster in this situation.

[[Attacks Treasure]]
[dice=200+1000]
[[Shallow Cut on Right Forearm -- 3.5 damage]]

Bastet moved to the side as the girl missed with her swing. A smile played upon her face. With shaky words, she spoke, with her voice "Is that all you got?" Bastet looked at her with evil eyes, planning what she could do next. Could Bast take an ear for an ear as a possible plan? Silently, Bast nodded her head, thinking Absolutely .

Running towards the girl with steel in hand, she struck the girl with a quick attack.


[[Attacks Treasure]]
[dice=200+1000]
[[Shallow Cut on Chest -- 4.0 damage]]

The girl knew sign language. How astounding! But even a hearing person doesn't know what it's like to live your life in silence. "Never underestimate an enemy. Give me back what you have taken." The surprise of that statement surprised her as she signed that she had no idea what she was talking about.

Brandishing her sword, she pointed it at the girl preparing for an attack. What did this girl want back? She didn't take anything away from her. But now, she just wanted to take an arm, leg, ear, or anything from her. How fast feelings changed amazed Bastet as she ran full throttle towards the girl was a growl rising from her underused throat.

Treasure, or so the girl named herself, knew she was about to die. This struck Bastet like a brick wall, hitting her head on. Why did this have to be this way in Panem, why did it have to be so that death, violence, and overall anger had to be the solution to every damned problem? Looking at her sword as Treasure performed a block, Bast gave her name to the girl. Fingerspelled and her given name was told to this girl. This Treasure girl should at least know who she was being killed by.

Raising her sword above her head, she looked at her with blue and green eyes. This was an honorable act of mercy she was trying to do. Treasure looked like she was in so much pain. A tear fell from Bast's eye, onto the ground where she saw the little droplets ring around it. Bringing her arms down in one quick motion, the sword flew, a quick line of silver.


[[Attacks Treasure]]
[dice=200+1000]
[[Severed Right Hand at Wrist -- 9.0 damage]]