Pull

Olpi considered ending him. Jersin still. Olpi could only guess that he had lost consciousness since his hood still obscured the upper half of his face. He was weak. The infamous sadistic smile was now a plain neutral. He wouldn't be able to defend himself just as Olpi and the rest of the Demis were never able to defend themselves. He would be just like them, the very people he beat.

'Then,' a thought ran through Olpi's head. 'What would that make me?' Her unbalanced dizziness faded and she pushed herself off Menla's side. "It doesn't matter," she sighed.

"What?" Menla tightened her grip around the cane, and the old, dry blood on it coated her small hands. "What did you say?"