Pushed to the limits, she has no choice but to turn and fight. Her fist raises high about her raven hair, her eyes solid black as though the devil himself had taken over her soul. Her skin starts to burn, her breathing turns shallow, her fists get tighter and tighter. Her heart beats slowly....she is not angry....she is not moved. She is steadfast, concentrated, slowly she takes a step forward, unsure what he is going to do...one step at a time....slowly making her way towards him. He is confused, an she sees it for a moment. It was a moment of weakness on his part.
A moment that cost him his life.
