The Forsaken Hero
I closed my eyes and let out a shuddering breath. My fingers were numb and cold, my arm aching where the needle pierced the vein. Something clattered onto the pavement, and I looked down to see the needle. It had slipped out of my hand. Nothingness swirled around me, bringing the first sense of peace I'd felt in my short, miserable life. There was no one to miss me, and no one I would miss. There's always someone else to beat or rape. The regulars would move on quickly. I died. Only...wasn't death supposed to be dark? And since when did 'nothingness' have so many gods? Discord: https://discord.gg/PX3xqJdZMY
Arms of the Life Hero
As Gayron and Victor clashed in a fiery duel, Verity turned her attention to me, her beautiful silver eyes filled with grim determination. Her form blurred, projecting afterimages out before her, as if she were moving in multiple directions simultaneously. It was a dizzying display, making her attacks nearly impossible to predict. Even with the Oracle of Eternity allowing me to lock onto her soul, I found myself disoriented, unsure of where her strike would come from.
Korra had no such hesitation. She dashed forward, surrounded by a swirling storm of mana, and leaped directly at the real Verity. A crystal-clear note rang out as her fist met the tip of Verity's sword, a shockwave rippling across the battlefield. Without giving the Fate Hero a chance to recover, Korra unleashed a flurry of punches and kicks, her limbs flowing with water mana.