An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Blood Soaked Rose Pt. I
Opening her eyes, she saw the ground coming up to her quickly. Flipping over so her feet were below her, she pulled out Crescent Rose and opened her into her scythe form. Firing into the air, she sailed to the ground in a controlled spiral, leaving a flurry of rose petals in her wake. Seeing her nearest target, she slammed into the Atlesian soldier feet first, and knocked him to the ground. She felt his ribs bend and shatter under her impact, his armour doing nothing to defend against her. She knew he was dead, or at least be dead in a few, horrible seconds. Her silver eyes darted around, seeing the rest of his unit react to her sudden intrusion, aiming their rifles and handguns at her. They were too slow.
They were always too slow.