10.
After, so much time after, she meets Einhart. Different colors, bright hair, steady fists. No smile. Never smiles.
They are alike. They have had the same look in their eyes. Tired, so tired. Einhart is still so tired, but she doesn't seem to know it. Did Viktor see this in her?
Her moves are so fast and painful. A part of her brain knows them dimly, in the battle instincts her ancestors have honed through her for centuries. She can counter them with ease. She does. The resulting sounds hurt her ears.
Well, it is a match, after all. They're in the middle of a match and they need to fight. Einhart needs to fight so badly, so much. It's painful for her to watch. She has to end it somehow. Has to put her to rest, before the end.
Before the girl breaks herself like she almost did.