The Bloodbath
Jan 18, 2020 19:28:59 GMT -5
Post by Arrows on Jan 18, 2020 19:28:59 GMT -5
[helena crane / attack 2 / 1113]
helena crane
She wonders whether this is the feeling of being torn apart, just like her brother had been. As she stands swirling in a world reborn red by her blood, she winces but does not cry. She will not give them the satisfaction. Not the boy, the brute nothing more than a beast, who stares at her with the same emptiness that fuels every pointless killer. Not the audience, who she can see beginning to stir at the sight of a fresh kill. Not the girl, who comes for a moment to bear her blade and then vanish into the fray. Helena Crane will not give them a single ounce of enjoyment, she will fly above them until she eclipses their Sun with her wings.
She gives the girl nothing more than a shrug. She's right, that between the two of them there is nothing more than their shared circumstances of sacrifice. Helena doesn't watch her go, she looks instead into the massacre. Blades, blood, and humans. Only humans invent better ways of torturing one another through violence. First a war, then the children. Her brother wanted to bury the Capitol, but she doesn't doubt that had the roles of victory been reversed that the rebels wouldn't have done something similar. Helena senses that same unstable, unrelenting, ruthlessness from this boy still driving himself at her.
A body breaks her thoughts. The first gone, fallen into a shallow sandy grave. A cough spills blood onto Helena's sword, and she stares at her own dripping scarlet. Just how soon will she follow that girl? She runs her fingers along the blade to clean it, she doesn't care if they see her bleed. However, she swore not to give an ounce of herself to any of them. Not even an ounce of her blood as she swings for this boy's heart.
"Stabbing someone in the back of the head when they aren't looking isn't strength, it's cowardice."
Helena says not even letting him have the chance to look her in the eyes.
Not even an ounce, she reminds herself.
"You're just another person who fakes bravado, even though you are driven by nothing more than selfishness."
The world tumbles for a moment as Helena staggers to catch herself, she can feel her suit filling with the blood running from her head. She thinks she can hear the drumming of feet in anticipation for her demise, but she realizes it's only her heart trying desperately to fight off death. Her body may fear the after, but her soul doesn't.
"To answer your question, I don't have bravery or strength, I have faith. A faith that can't be broken by some boy and his false ideals."
Despite the pain, Helena pushes herself to move. Wills herself to ask for Ripred's help. Forces herself to never quiver.
"A faith strong enough that I don't let my fear turn me into a monster."
Helena attacks Tarquin / sword
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{Deep Gash on Left Calf -- 8.0 damage}
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{Deep Gash on Left Calf -- 8.0 damage}
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