"Is there a reason in particular you don't trust your gut?"
"All it's done was get me in trouble." He nodded and went back to sipping his drink before setting it down on the coffee table in front of him.
"Talking about it will help Laila." She sighed and knew she had to do it. Talking about it was the only way that Laila had a chance of getting back to her normal self again.
"Well, all this stress started happening after my first kill..."
(Flashback)
This was crazy. She knew it. Crazy didn't mean the two remaining swords on the roof-hers, a double-blade and her opponent's, a thin curved hookblade—hadn't spilled a lot of blood that day. Both blades looked almost pink in the light. She made brief eye contact with her uncle, who only smirked at her. She didn't want to admit the move gave her opponent the edge, but it had.
And they were off. Laila shied back as her opponent, all big and lean muscle, leapt catlike from the ledge, waving the hooked blade in figure eights multiple times before touching down on the roof again. Laila cracked a smile. This time, she made sure to make eye contact with her uncle. For a brief moment, she could see uncertainty in her opponent's eyes. She felt grateful for the advantage.
"It was a battle to the death..so I knew only one of us was going to get out of there alive..I didn't actually want to kill him..but I had no choice."
Advancing. Advancing. The man charged at her with the hooked blade upheld, going to his foreswing and following it with a backswing. Laila dodged the first and met the second with her double-blade. The weight of the thing sent her opponent's blade back, back, back…but not far enough to knock the blade free of his hands.
Striking. This arcing shot sliced the fabric of Laila's plastron at the midsection. It missed the flesh by perhaps a centimeter.
He staggered. Laila swung. Her double-blade missed, though not close enough to eat fabric. The opponent managed another smirk, this time at the spryness of his dodge. Laila had to admit it was impressive, but this time, the sight only made her angrier.
Swing. Swing. Swing. The first two missed badly, but the third, a backswing off the one before it, found flesh. The heavy double-blades ate through her opponent as easily as air. The fighter dropped to a knee, tried to stand, and dropped again. Laila walked over with her blades as her opponent still struggled to get up. A low-pitched scream echoed through the air as Laila sliced her blades downward, finishing him off, bloodthirsty smirk on her face.
(Flashback end)
"After that battle, I starting becoming really bloodthirsty..everyone's probably scared of me..I mean, they're already scared of me because I'm a mutant turtle, but even more. The last thing I want is my brothers scared of me.."
"Laila, even if it doesn't seem like it, you're fighting a struggling battle that you're trying to win..don't stop fighting that battle." Laila smiled and finished her tea before getting up, thanking Leatherhead and walked out towards her home, keeping this area memorized so she could come back here again. She knew trusting him to help her with this was a good idea, after all, she got more answers than she ever would've gotten going to anyone else. Leatherhead was definitely gonna be a good ally and friend.