Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26571677-20160316192622/@comment-25924729-20160401073908

Time seemed to freeze. Zhu-li hung midair, eyes widened in shock. Her mouth formed a small, surprised  'O', but no words came, only a low, gasping sob.

Slowly, she looked down at her own belly. The fabric was stained dark red, in a slowly expanding blotch. At the center of the wound, Arkhalis lodged all the way to it's hilt, gripped in a trembling, bloody hand. Her blood, flowing like raindrops down his hand.

Her back felt warm, and wet. More blood, the blade must have punched clean through her. With her last strength, she heaved herself off the sword, rolling twice across the pavement before stopping. She lay limply on the road, face down, breath shallow, no longer moving...