Feb 25
"Is that the best you can do?"
"Is this the best you can do?"
Hollyberry dropped her shield, peering through her helmet up at her other half.
Bright Sugar gleamed like her name under the sun, her smile almost blinding. Her wings, all six of them, flapped, ready to launch her into motion at a minute's notice. Her arrow was cocked and aimed straight at her.
To be honest, Hollyberry hadn't expected much of a fight. Bright Sugar was the soul jam of respite after all, making her home in pillows and comfort. She hadn't really expected her to take up the idea of a spar so easily.
She was a fool. An idiot. About to lose.
She was so happy.
"NEVER!"
