A Hundred of Her Memories
18 – Stripes
Xion cried out as his keyblade sliced her. She swung at his exposed neck, unsuccessfully.
Suddenly, he disappeared. Reappearing behind her, he kicked the small of her back, sending her flying.
Regaining her footing, she charged him with a battle-cry. He swiftly rammed his fist into her ribcage. She fell to the ground, unable to fight anymore.
She was weak…weak from her bloody stripes.
"You're the real sham!"
"Fair enough." He seemed sad. "You could say I am…the biggest Nobody of them all."
Xion lay there, gasping, regaining her strength.
Was this the price to pay for their hearts? If so, she'd willingly pay, but still…these stripes were hard to bear.
Stripe - A stroke from a whip, rod, cane, etc. I went for the approach of using that definition instead the more commonly used one meaning stripe as in pattern.
In Christ,
~ Timber Wolf