Free For All time once again! The prompt for this one was "Pyrrha: You should've gone for the head..."
"It's unfortunate that you were promised a power that was never truly yours," said Cinder mockingly as she circled Pyrrha's prone form. She approached the formerly invincible girl and lifted her head to meet Cinder's eyes. "But take comfort in knowing that I will use it in ways you never could have imagined."
As Pyrrha looked up at the Fall Maiden, a thousand answers, pleas, and arguments came into her mind. She wanted to voice them all, to protest her defeat in every way that she could. But only one question found its way past her lips.
"Do you believe in destiny?"
Cinder frowned. She took half a step back from Pyrrha, annoyance written on her face.
"Yes," she answered.
The bow appeared in her hands. The arrow appeared on the bow. Her hands loosed the arrow.
Pyrrha felt it inside of her. It was more than pain, it was a fire that burned through her body, mind, and soul. It scorched through everything that she was and everything that she would ever be, merciless in its heat.
It burnt through her past and her future, her love and her anger, her joy and her sorrow, her confidence and her doubt. And for the briefest of moments Pyrrha experienced something pure.
Clarity.
"I don't," Pyrrha mouthed.
"What was that?" demanded Cinder, taking a step closer.
"You," Pyrrha tried to say, but the searing pain in her lungs stopped her the first time. She pushed through the agony and tried to speak again. "You should have aimed for the head."
With all of the strength that she could muster, Pyrrha raised her left hand and snapped her fingers.
It is said that in the moment that a person dies, their Semblance can reach a level of power never before seen, transcending the normal limits of Aura and becoming something like the magic that humanity possessed in the time before.
This legend was now proved true as Pyrrha unleashed her Semblance on Cinder, magnetism battering the Fall Maiden with enough power to affect even the iron in her blood. Cinder barely had time to scream as her blood tore its way free of her veins, reducing her to an exsanguinated corpse in the blink of an eye.
The Fall Maiden's magic left Cinder's body as she died, transferring instantly to the girl who featured in her last confused thought. Power surged through Pyrrha's veins, disintegrating the arrow in her chest and healing her chest and ankle. The once more Invincible Girl collapsed to the ground, unconscious and exhausted.
Ruby looked on, gaping in disbelief. Different feelings warred within her: shock at what she had seen, horror at Cinder's grisly death, but most of all relief that her friend was alive.
Cinder found herself standing in a twilit realm, shallow water beneath her feet. A young girl, green of skin and purple of hair, stood before her.
"Did you do it?" the girl asked.
Tears welled in Cinder's eyes. "No," she whispered.
"Ha, you suck," replied the girl.
Author's Note: That last part was just for fun. Don't take it too seriously.