The New Enemy

The crimson drops flew off her face along with the ripped skin. The impact threw Katrin aside, before she realized it she was submerged in the cold snow enveloping her from all sides.

Her back only lightly touched the black sand, feeling the unpleasant ice crystals hiding in the gaps.

A single trickle of blood flowed from the corner of her mouth, her lips actively trembling from the intense pain running in waves throughout her body.

Her two swords were still clutched tightly in her hands, but it was unknown how long she could continue to hold the hilt until her fingers were numb from the cold.

"Shit... I was compared to a bug and forcibly thrown out of the fight..."

Tap.

Katrin slowly touched her wound on the cheek, the chain left a long furrow, an open gash with exposed flesh.

Her fingertips dipped in her own blood, in a few seconds they would be shrouded in snowflakes, then it would turn into a flat crimson crystal.