She yanks her blade free; probably just as a precaution of never being able to pull it free again.
Her sister seizes the next offender, tearing them down and destroying them mercilessly. She wipes the knives she holds on the back of her pants, ready for the next time. And the next.
They work furiously, her covering for her sister when she doesnt feel like she can keep going. And her sister does the same for her.
On the other side of the massing force, they can see their prize - what they aimed for.
His green eyes shone as they looked his way, and she longed to sink her blade into his shining face. Her sister growls low in her throat, and she blocks an attack aimed at her sister. Eliminating the offence, she seizes her sisters hand and takes a shortcut, avoiding the onslaught.
For now.
They try to call out, to gain help. They cant hold the line anymore, and no one is coming for them, to help them. They had no choice.
Save one.
She looks at her sister, and her sister nods. Nothing left. Nothing for it. Go.
Its all reflected in her eyes.
She grabs her sisters hand and charges - her blade coming up in a violent crash just as her sisters knives joined the fray.
And they move ever forward, pushing back and back and back.
He throws everything he has, and they fight ferociously - he doesnt know how to fight battles as she does - as her sister did. He had never fought for anything in his life.
With a deafening crack, her sister stands and puts her knives away, her broken assailant left before her. And like that, the road was clear.
She pushes her blade into the grass, cleans it off. She doesnt sheath it. She walks forward.
His wide green eyes are frightened as she and her sister stand before him.
Her sister draws her knives again.
They stand before him, eyes wary, weapons before them, braced for what would come.
A different kind of fight begins.
