EVA LEVESQUE
I never thought that I would be fighting somebody from my own team, except for sparring and training. It’s hard to fight them two at a time while holding back and being careful not to hurt them.
I pushed Flynn away, causing him to stagger back, but he managed to recover and charge again. He’s fighting me all out, and I keep forgetting that he’s a skilled fighter in nature. He keeps on gashing and slinging me with his claws, and I keep blocking him with my unsheathed sword.
Yes, an unsheathed sword, because I can’t fight him with my blade out in the open. I don’t want him to bleed to death.
“Wake up, Flynn!” I shouted at him. His eyes were soulless and blank like he was a puppet being controlled to fight. I lunged at him, hitting him on the sides with my sheathed sword.
