67. Bond

"One more time, one more time." Que gasped, sweat trickling down her forehead, hairs sticking to her uncomfortably to her skin and she was covered in sweat despite the coldness of the cell.

One more time...

Her extended palms shook as she strained to form another shadow blade, she doesn't need to close her eyes to tap in her energy field anymore. Hours of doing that made that possible.

She had learn one thing in that short albeit torturous period of time. Nothing is impossible if you work hard to get it done.

A dark shadow blade appeared from her palms striking the bars again. Only this time it wasn't as powerful as the others. It had gotten weaker each round, but that is expected given her state.

 She is tired, hungry and sleepy. She needed rest badly, not forgetting a hot bath to rid herself of the filth covering her but anytime she recall her almost dying incident, she blink her eyes wide.