Adapt to Survive.
That was his motto.
That was the rule he abided by.
It was the one that guided his actions.
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"You're a killer!"
A thrust that he quickly ducked out of the way to the right.
"I did what I did to survive!"
He roared the words out as he followed it by a quick swipe of his foot to hers.
"That doesn't excuse your actions!"
Her feet danced back as she raised her blade to parry a swing of his own blade.
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"...it hurts…"
"I know…"
"W-Why…"
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"C-Cri-"
"It is to remind us of the harsh truths of life"
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The snapping of bones, the slow and agonizing tearing of flesh as he could feel his organs squirm within him as he screeched like a feral animal
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"I know better than to try and intervene!"
"She knows that...but so do our enemies"
"Our enemies are weak! We both know they could never break me!"
"And who says they can't?"
"Because you failed to."
"I am a survivor!"
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A stomp onto her broken body, earning a sheer cry of pain
"I am a victim!"
She stared up at him with a whimper as her lips parted to give him another beg, trying to get an inch of mercy.
"I am a shadow of the past!"
All she got in return was the slam of his heel onto her face, earning a shrill cry from her as her nose crumbled under the impact, the same to could be said to her teeth as she spat up both a mixture of blood and shards.