“Don’t go.” The words here slurred, whispered out. She felt so strange, moving towards the direction she ran with a sword in hand. The familiar cliffs of Corone felt strange and unfamiliar. She felt worlds away from this one. Numb to all feeling but the silent eruption of anger, she stalked down the rocky pathway. The shuffling of sand soon sounded as she picked up speed, the terrain flattening. She would not let her escape. Soon, the black hair was right in front of her, She idly swung again.

With the grace of an angel, Ashla turned, blocking the slash with her gauntlets once again. She took a step back, frowning, “I don’t want to hu- I don’t want to fight you.”

Hurt, huh? Funny how you caught yourself, Executioner.

The swings were suddenly harsher, faster. She still felt asleep, yet her body moved with a strangle sense of lucid swiftness. Eyes blank, she felt the hood fall from her head as she drew her dirk as a sidearm. She lunged forth, attempting to overwhelm the teacher with her sheer strength. Against such an inhumanly dexterous and speedy opponent, however, her weapons only ever hit thin air or banging metal.

“Felicity!”

The cries fell on dead ears, tired of that voice. Why was she fighting? She wanted her to stay, yet she also never wanted to see her again. The mindless action was backed with old rage, buried underneath or taken out on an innocent person who deserved no such treatment. It was truly mindless, as she never considered why she was attacking this woman once. She just knew she was doing it. She knew she desperately desired to succeed as much as her plagued mind would let her.

Finally, a blade hit something different than air or armor. It hit another blade. A familiar blade. A blade that cut her. A blade she witnessed cut through the hearts of others. The Hail Storm’s Daughter, Ashla’s signature weapon of choice. The blue, Damascus blade gleamed against the moonlight as she skillfully parried, then kicked Felicity back.

A sudden surge of memories swarmed her in the instant. She never noticed herself hit the ground. She only saw memory after memory of what that sword had done. Suddenly, she was blindly racing towards her again, hoarsely growling.

“Get that thing out of my sight!”