Anything you can do... my emulator [Bellz/Marree]
Aug 17, 2014 16:22:28 GMT -5
Post by * on Aug 17, 2014 16:22:28 GMT -5
I once told Vy that having a baby on your hip makes you even more intimidating to an enemy, then if you just had both of your hands in those same identicle spots. A badass momma that can take anyone out in a moments notice when your own child is in danger. That's going to be me soon. I've seen what it's done to Vy and I envy that connection that she has with her daughter because of it. She's strong because she has someone to protect. I've barely began to show, and I am starting to wonder when that will happen for me? Will it only occur when it comes time to hold that precious little one in my arms?
-Thunk-
The knife that I hold in my hand goes flying toward the victim at the other end of the room. The hilt of the knife is what's left after the rest of the blade disappeared and penetrated the neck portion of my faceless enemy. That dummy has met it's match with my aim and anger in more ways then one. If only I could go back in time and put a tiny blue dot at each entrance to it's rubber body, most of the marks would be my own. I'm pretty sure, that the neck is the most valuable spot to go for. Sure, the head would be a bigger target and it would go straight to the brain for instant death, but the neck can play it's own little game. Slowly, let the person bleed out, depending on where the blade would go. What angle the tip would tickle. It would be easy to cut that fine line, artery, and watch the life drain from that person in a instant. Isn't this what it's all about?
Not anymore.
Now, the reason to train is bigger than my own needs. I have reason to pick up my training regiment again and now it's for someone that's barely bigger than a peanut. "Isn't that right, sprout?" I whisper under my breath. My fingers wrap around the woven handle of the knife and clench tightly around it. The weight is barely noticable compared to some of the others that I've practiced with; lightweight and thin.
"Kyanite. Throw it. Go for the eye." I hear someone shout and for a moment, a smile plays on my lips. My name around here is known for obvious reasons. This is my trade and everyone knows it. They also know my weakness and know me for it as well. WIth a shake of my head, I toss the knife up, catch it underhanded and give a quick turn as the knife splits the airs and makes another 'thunk' against the dummy. I give a small grumble of displeasure.
"The eye, Kyanite. Not the nose." The male's voice gives off a teasing tone as I shake my head to the spot.
"Yeah, yeah. I'm out of practice. Give me a break, Lance. I'd like to see you try? Besides, it's only half an inch away. I still think that death will become them whether it's a nose or an eye. The outcome is the same." I shrug it off and take another knife, and do the same thing with it as well. I clench tightly to the woven handle and aim.