Maiden of Blood

Rushing into the fray of the unknown, a wave of anger fluttered the air as I felt rage from both outside the forest swarm my sensing, warming my heart to no end as musical laughter resounded from my lips. 

Father always said he was terrible at masking his true self, that no matter what he did, he'd always attracted the worse. I guess I am the same. What is the point of hiding who I am? There is already a hit on my head. Not like it'll get worse. Right?

They already call me Black Rose. Why don't I just show them how sharp my thorns are?

"There she is! Ready the arrow!" A howling voice echoed.

Taken back by the sudden shade above my head, Abyssal QI spiraled through my meridians as gravity pulsed at the tip of Zanifar. I rushed forward as Cece shadowed me without fear. 

I swung Zanifar through the empty air as an arc of gravity swelled from my blade, pushing the arrows aimed at Cece and me off their path.