mmm don’t know how I feel about this one
"You can't possibly prefer this, over everything I can offer you?" The villain was incredulous. The hero wondered what 'this' they were referencing. The blood coursing down their arm, the cries of their friends behind them, the parentless children who clutched at the hero's trousers, the deaths and the suffering and the misery and the pain, all caused by this greedy, disgusting excuse for a mage, for a human.
Fuelled again by their rage, the hero thrust with their sword quickly, not surprised when it glanced off the villain's warded armour. They tried to slip past the villain, to prepare for another opening, when they grabbed the hero's forearm. The hero attempted again to wrench their arm away from the villain's iron grip.
“You have nothing to offer me, you, you-” The hero was suddenly overcome with fatigue. God, they needed to recharge desperately. They gritted their teeth against the exhaustion and stood as straight as they could, glaring the villain in the face. The villain smiled, a toothy, crooked thing, and was rewarded with the hero spitting bloodily in their face.
“You are nothing to me.” The hero’s voice was a low growl. The villain released the hero’s arm grandly, almost causing them to stumble.
“Until next time then, my love.” The villain spread their arms in exaggerated and extremely misplaced trust as the hero passed out.
@pinkcottoncandymilk how is this one be honest boo
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