FSB- The First Fight

She winced as he slowly washed the dried blood off her arms. Letting go of the knife she was gripping so hard, the blade slicing into the pale skin of her palms, more sticky liquid oozed out off the gash and onto the floor.

Her knees were hurting, she had been kneeling in that position since the battle that had happened some time ago.

The fact that she had won still hadn’t struck her yet.

She could still remember the sound of her opponents last strangled scream when she had driven the knife in as hard as she could, gasping for breathe and trying to still hold on to her fading consciousness. When she watched her fall to the floor twitching and jerking, her mouth open and streaming blood, her eyes rolling back into their sockets, her hands scrabbling for the hilt of the knife which stuck out of her chest. Eventually she had gone still. Nothing but an empty husk of the warrior she had once been.

Katarina could still feel her burning gaze full of accusation when she finally breathed her last breath. After she had defeated her, Katarina could not remember how long she had knelt by that girls side, sinking to her knees and watching not with sadness or regret or guilt, but with a mixture of odd curiosity and happiness as the former warrior’s life faded away before her very eyes.