Heat.
Flesh blistering heat. This was all she could feel. Why was this searing heat the only thing she could feel?
But more importantly why was it so hard to breathe? Why was is so dark she couldn't really see?
It felt like she was coming out of a coma. The world slowly pulling into focus but it was still so damn dark. Then it struck her why it was so hard to breathe and why every breath in burned and tasted of ash and death. The air was filled with dark smoke and heavy ash and the world she knew was burning.
It felt like she was watching one of those pre-war holovids. Only this was much much worse. Screaming, running, yelling, and the sound of metal ripping through soft flesh. She knew what this was, she had been on many of these types of runs. This was a raid. Hearing the words being yelled by the people raiding her home, she knew them. Not really what they meant but she had heard them before. This was a Legion raid. This was war.
"Alanna! Wake up! Run!"
Rubbing her eyes then her face, she looked, no she stared at the massive brute of a man. As he grabbed people left and right only to toss them like ragdolls. This was not how she was going to go out. This monster was going to feel her wrath. Crouching down she pulled her blades from her boots and grinned like a damn Cheshire cat. Standing she gripped the bone handles tightly as she ran, not like the voice told her to, not away from him but straight towards the beast. If she was screaming she didn't know, she couldn't hear her her own voice, her focus was all on him.
The blade sank into the hard thigh of the brute, she looked at his face as it contorted and expressed pain that quickly segued into pure unadulterated anger. A sadistic smile spread over her lips even when she felt his massive hand wrap around her throat. It stayed even as when she was held up to his face and she could feel the hot wet breathe of the beast on her lips. It was like she didn't care which at the moment she didn't. Not even trying to claw at his hand around her throat or kicking and screaming or begging for mercy. She knew there was no point and so she just enjoyed angering him more with her laughing and enjoyment of his scare tactics.
Feeling the air rush from her lungs as her back slammed into the hard dirt below them. In this moment she lacked any type of response. Her body stunned and her mind reeling from the blow to the back of her head, though there was no pain for the moment it just felt distant to her. Watching as his hold shifted, feeling his hold on her left arm tighten, she smirked and her eyes distantly dared him to do it.
Snap.
Crack.
Screaming.
Left forearm in searing white hot pain till in just a moment notice it was gone, nothing as he let go of her and began to move on. Laughing, no cackling like a damn hyena, she slowly began to get to her feet. All her laughing brought the attentions of the of the beast again. Locking her eyes with his as she again charged him, left arm dangling freely as it pleased. This scene shocked the Legionnaire, even though he had seen a lot in his time, a girl charging him with a useless arm was not something he was really privy to. This left her an opening as she felt her blade barely catching his flesh with her blade before again his hand was wrapped around her throat.
"Must be stupid." A voice like rolling thunder as it poured effortlessly from his lips. If this had been any other moment she would have instigated things further than this little dance she was doing with him. Though what she did do was spit in his face with a smirk on her lips her reward for that action being a few shots to the gut. Again tossing her aside to continue on with his work.
Rolling over to her back she looked up at the hazy night sky and smiled, moments of time passing by of times with her family looking up at the stars and laughing. Groaning she sat up, then got to her knees and laughed at him again, "Is that all the bull has?" Knowing full well she was going to regret this, again staring the beast down with a smile on her face.
Turning his attention back to her, it was plain to see is agitation at this girl not knowing how to stay down. Though her display was impressive for a woman, he was done with it. Growling as he moved back to her, grabbing her for the third time arm pulling back.
Crack.
Feeling the warm crimson liquid run down her face she smiled still even as she felt herself fall into the cold dark embrace.