She couldn't win this fight. For everywhere she went, everywhere she so desperately kicked, she was forced to recoil. Every movement began to hurt. Her legs were in tatters. Screaming with pain, her body yearned for her to stop. But that didn't matter, she had to keep kicking! She had to continue kicking. She had to keep relentlessly kicking. Even so, she was well aware that even if she continued to fight, she would have nothing to show for it. It was frustrating, so incredibly frustrating! No matter how hard she fought or how much she prayed, she knew she couldn't achieve her goal. She was strong, this she knew. Yet, she felt she lacked something. What did she lack? She had thought through this time and time again, but never reached a definite answer. Was it really just a vessel that she lacked? It couldn't be that simple!
She was angry. Angry at her weakness against these creatures, angry at not being able to help her friends- yes, her friends! That's why she had to fight. She had a reason to fight. Her goal didn't need to be something as grand as saving the world; she was content with fighting for her friends. No, they aren't simply friends. They're family. They're the closest thing to family, and she was fine with that. Even if they were stronger than her at times, that didn't matter. She would continue vying for her goal: she would become strong. Strong for her friends. Strong for her beliefs. Strong for her other private selfish hopes. And when she's not strong enough, she'll listen to her friends' encouraging voices. She thought of them and let out an incited sigh. A soft smile surfaced on her face and she stood up.
She continued to fight.