You wish you were stronger.
You wish that rather than these delicate nails, you wore claws, so you cut them down, file away the fragility and shape them into sharp knifes you always carry with you.
Everything is a weapon.
Keys wedged between your fingers, closed fists clutching frantically around the cold metal, creating an improvised knuckle-buster.
Everything can be a weapon.
A tin of deodorant can be utilized as a fake mustard-spray if you don't have access to the real deal. Just make sure to aim for the eyes.
You are a weapon.
A book can be thrown in a grinning face, to create a distraction before launching an attack.
A beer-bottle can be smashed if you find yourself cornered in the club.
You are the weapon.
You walk with your phone to your cheek, even if there is no one at the other end.
You've taken lessons.
You've honed skills you thought you would never have to use.
...
Yona bares her teeth and snarls at her attacker. She won't let herself get captured again. She has been training. She's stronger than she was then.
Because there is one thing she's sure of.
She will never be a victim. Not again, not ever again.
So she fights, she claws, she kicks, and she bites. She is a lioness and a warrior.
She will never be helpless again.
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Akayona AU drabble in honour of those who have had to hone their own skills. I've had this in my head for a long time, and the #metoo campaign made me want to write it down.