You can feel the sweat running down your entire body, but the just past your own personal grim reaper you see a mother cowering with a child cradled in her arms. It reminds you of why you crawled your way out that window and into what was probably your inevitable doom, to save what little innocence there was left in the world. So, you keep your sword up and stare at her.
Slowly, you bring the sword to the back of the dragoness's, where they are crossed, and pull the swords. Her cold, sadistic grin changes as you tighten the swords grip on your throat, then you speak up.
"I have a reason to fight. It is not for my own gain, but at the same time... It makes me feel like I belong in this world, like I was born for a reason... Again, I have a reason to fight... Do you?"
The dragoness just stares at you. Her face void of emotion as a trickle of blood leaks down your neck. All you can do is look at is the woman on the other side of the road and pray that this woman before won't slit your throat.
The dragoness emotionless mask breaks, showing a crooked grin, and she begins to chuckle. Soon, she drops her blades from your neck and just stands there. Laughing, just laughing.
Even the Captain was thrown off-guard, then...
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