CAUGHT
Briefly caught up in wonder at the grandeur of the place, the loftiness of the ceiling, the general's steps resonating off the thick parallel stone columns as he pulled her along to face the Lord. She broke out of his grasp, her pace quickened by determination, by fury. The general hesitated too long before going after her.
Sam struck Torres while he was still frozen in confusion about the challenge in the brief flicker of her bitter smile.
Her every muscle tensed, all of them forcing her hands into an iron grip on the lords throat, energy running through her arms to his neck as he fell from his throne, mesmerised by the inferno in each blue eye.
Take my life. Take me with you. Take me with you, you son of a bitch. Take me with you so I can drag your soul into hell!
Why are you giving in? fight me!
She collapsed down the steps with the dead weight and gradually, over some time began to relax her hold.