Anya lay sprawled on the shattered remains of the road, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
Blood trickled from the deep gashes along her arms and torso, pooling beneath her as she weakly propped herself up on one elbow. The once-busy street was now an unrecognizable ruin, cracked asphalt and debris scattered in every direction.
A wry smile could be seen on her lips despite the pain. "Damn… I have to commend you," she rasped, coughing up a bit of blood. "You were… quite the challenge."
Mar'Garet stood tall a few feet away, her black armor still gleaming despite the dust and destruction around them. Her crimson eyes burned with frustration as she twirled her spear, still dripping with Anya's blood. She scoffed.
"Annoying. That's what you are. Do you have any idea how infuriating it is when a weak little human like you refuses to just die?"
