If there was one thing Alisha hated more than anything, it was losing control. It was one of the very first things she was taught from as soon as she could walk, her father made sure of it. That lesson had been drilled into her over the years as her tutors reinforced the same. Alisha could find a lot of fault in her father but if there was one thing she was grateful for, it was the way he taught her how to control her emotions because it came in handy in moments like this. In moments when she could feel jittering everywhere, there was an uneasy energy that had washed over her, biting down on the marrow of her bones from the tips of her fingers to her toes but she maintained her composure; her arm remained steady as she drew it back and released her blade, watching it as it landed squarely
