When I walked into the meeting place, I hadn't expected the sight before me. Serrah was being held onto the ground by the stronger Azper. One of his hands held both of hers above her head, the other exploring her nether regions. His face rose from the exposed breast he had been biting to look at me.
Serrah coughed out an alarming amount of blood as her eyes lit up in hope and relief at the sight of me.
"What are you doing?" I asked stupidly. I knew what he was doing, it was obvious.
"I was laying my claim," he said, standing up and bringing his falchata around to bear. I saw Serrah's blood coloring the blade.
"A claim you don't have!" I yelled, snapping. Too much had happened lately. First Kendis was killed. Then Azper, looking for vengeance on his former matesprit against his moirail, had cut her vocal chords, and now…there was no reason behind this act!
I rushed at him, uncaptchaloging my staff. I swung it in a wide arc, aiming for his head, but he dodged it easily and rushed in. I brought up my knee, letting him run into it. I felt a small, sick joy in me as his nose broke, but it wasn't enough to make him pay for what he did.
As Azper staggered backwards, stunned and with his red blood pouring down his face, I dropped my staff and grabbed his head. I gave it a sharp twist, breaking his neck easily, and let his lifeless body fall unceremoniously.
Immediately I turned to Serrah. She had covered herself while I was distracted. I walked over to my tiny matesprit, and wiped off the blood on chin with my sleeve, trying to hide my sorrow at the circumstances. I gently picked her up, and began walking away from the area. I felt a comfortable pressure as she laid her head on my chest.
As I walked, something on the floor caught my eyes. I looked over to see a bloody tongue. Her tongue. The revelation staggered me, but I kept my footsteps steady. Serrah needed me to be strong, so I would be. I'd keep my pain my own.