Genocide & Absolution, Pt 1
“Stop!” screamed Azrael.
Freya instantly stopped mid-thrust, with the very tips of her talons mere millimeters from Azrael’s face.
The girl was breathing heavily, just as heavily as Orsethii behind her. It seemed she used every bit of her own energy to speed towards the drogar and defend her with her own body. Despite her obvious exhaustion, she kept herself on her feet, and even extended her arms out as far as they could go.
“Out of the way!” Freya said through gritted teeth.
“No!” Azrael countered. “You’re gonna haveta remove me if you want her!”
Freya’s other arm reared back as though to swat Azrael out of the way. But she struggled to swing the moment it reached its peak. She fought desperately against herself to the point that her arm visibly shook in the air.
“Why are you even defending her?!” Freya shouted, frustration deep in her voice.
On seeing her hesitate, Azrael pushed her advantage.
“Because you’d do it if you were in my place,” she said simply.