A/N: Written for the Mega Prompts Challenge, word prompts #289 – knife.
Without Her Blade
She felt naked in that brief moment facing down a monster without a blade. She'd always had one, ever since she'd learnt not carrying one meant no defence, and a certain death.
But she'd never been naïve enough to think that carrying one would protect her from everything in the world. A knife was such a tiny little thing: a sword a little bigger. But there were forces even more powerful than those. Forces…like the magic that had decimated her home. Like what created those monsters. Like the guns some of the cyborgs had. Not Pete and Dominikov. The former preferred hand to hand combat when he had to. The latter preferred his scythe.
For Falis, the sword was her weapon of choice but any blade would do her, so long as it cut. That was what she needed from any weapon, after all: to cut down her enemies. Be that the monsters she hunted for a living and to clear them out of Farland's too fragile yet beautiful forests, or the woman who was responsible for the death of everything she had loved.
She was a hunter with her blade. But without it…she might as well have been that little girl who'd cowered behind a building and watched her village and its people crumble.