>>6338549Soralisa bends under the weight of Argia’s sword. Rubida strains her neck, helping her up, but Candente is already gone, past the wall of Amaranthines that are still filling the staircase leading on the outside of the Temple. And if that was not enough, it seems every cursed Priest of Flame has decided to block the exit.
“What is going on out there,” Soralisa gasps, trembling under the weight. “Is she—I cannot even see. Argia…”
Rubida grits her teeth.
This is going to make her father grow even angrier at her, but at this point—
She is going to be eternally grounded nevertheless.
“Come here,” she says wrapping her arm around Soralisa, pushing her forward and up.
They faced Rosandra and one of the Sisters together.
And deep inside her, Rubida still feels that pang from the time Candente and—as much it stings to admit—Willow had to go ahead without her.
She could not be there when Argia’s need was the greatest.
Not this time.
Even if it might just means to be a witness to her doom.
“Ahem,”
The first tall woman in red turns as Rubida clears her throat, gently asking for passage. She glances at her with a look like she is roadkill, the presumption of her noble blood worth naught before the brilliance of their high status.
Just another Anthilian who is in way over her head.
Rubida grins.
She tried the high way.
Now for her own way.
“I need to gain the exit. Get the <span class="mu-i">fuck</span> out of my path,” she hisses, taking Candente’s sword out of Soralisa’s hands, unsheathing it with a fluid gesture of her wrist and pressing with its sharp end on the back of the woman, who lets out a shrill cry of surprise.
Someone whose worst wound must have come from paper cuts, for sure.
And immediately healed by the Sun-Birther.
What a waste.
“This is violence!” She laments, growing pale in the face. “Someone stop her!”
[cont.]
