Cyn stood defiantly. Bleeding. In a street devastated by forces she did not understand nor had heard of.
Only a bare minimum of their possible names were known to her. Even that seemed farfetched, the places, the kingdoms, and the nations involved were too far away.
Yet, one thing wasn't. Evil disguised. To her it didn't fit right. How could it? 'How could a girl allow that under any circumstance?' That was Cyn's thought.
Thus, the broken sword coated in her deathly intent, she had not had a chance to direct it without feeling scared. 'Why…Why am..am I not moving?!' Her heart asked, while her feet had moved.
Cyn put one foot in front of the other, her thigh drenching in coagulated blood, her back in pain from the wound opening slightly every time she moves and a soul drenched in utter awareness.
"What are you doing to that girl?" Laced to bare their intent Cyn asked again.
Sunlight shone through the cracks and broken off walls of the unrecognizable buildings around, her footfall echoed in between the thunderous booms of attacks unknown.
The two adolescent youths stood still as a statue. They might as well have died. The girl however, her face changed moment to moment from panic to relief and back to panic. She still did not let go of the boys. Her panic illustrated the care she held for them.
Cyn only a metre away requested, "Girl, please let go of them." She brought the broken sword level to her eyes.
The girl with nearly no clothing had no words leaving her lips. Her eyes rather stated it all. She does not know what she should be doing. Her eyes spoke of the innocence she believes the boys have.
Cyn did not wait. She thrust the sword's broken tip forward into the hand resting above the girl's left shoulder. The boy instinctively gained enough strength to fall. Not back, not down, but to his left. Saving his arm from dismemberment.
"Uh…Uh…Wa-!!" The boy on the left broke out of his stupor clinging to the adolescent girl's waist. Cyn smacked his head with the pommel.
He too fell down.
Both boys lying on the ground had a face of disbelief. Not waiting for a second, Cyn plunged her broken sword into the calf of the older boy.
"AHHHH!" He sprung up immediately to catch Cyn's neck. She just drew out the sword and thrust it into the only good hand he had. Skewering it through the palm to the middle of the elbow.
He had no chance neither of scratching Cyn nor of staying conscious. A slim pool of blood dripped onto his pants. Cyn straightened as she pulled the sword.
The girl finally found her voice, "Please, please, please! Don't kill them!"
Cyn did not listen. She kicked the older boy in the side and stepped towards the terrified younger one.
"That's for forfeiting human decency." She tasted her own words through drying mouth. 'Why? Why is it getting dry?' Another shockwave hit the wall to her back.
The wall swayed. Debris fell off its top to the street as well as the dwelling it once was part of. This debris however did not stay solid, it randomly became a liquid then evaporated before it could hit any opaque surface.
Cyn only gave a glance back to the shockwave, "Tch! He did not get crushed." Strung high on bloodlust she needed to vent, she bent down and asked as she plunged the bloodied broken sword into the younger boy's knee.
"Why did you harass a girl", she tilted her head slightly staring deep into the boy's eyes, "even if you were near death?"
"AHHH!" Coughs up blood as he springs up grabbing his knee. "I-I-I was… I was just trying …to save…AHHH!....myself," the younger boy's eyes keeled over.
Cyn did not believe it so she chose to twist the blade more. He screamed his throat out only to fall back down.
Without wasting any time, she grabbed on the boy's remaining tattered vest and ripped it off him. She cut it at places to get it off him. The girl watched her like a ghost.
Cyn stood up while she bound the broken sword in a rag. As her hand freed itself, she handed the remaining vest to the girl. "Tie it around yours," Cyn began walking away.
The girl caught in a daze only broke out of it when another shockwave slammed into the street. She hurriedly spun her head and shouted back to Cyn, "Can I come?!" Cyn herself only two metres or so away, without hesitation spoke out, "No."
The girl stepped towards Cyn, "I-I can help….I want to help!"
Cyn turned to face her, "No." Turning away, she continued. "Someday…someday when I am alive…"
The girl picking up on the quote replied to it what its original receiver wished to say to The One who Walked. "Life isn't just about living!" Cyn stopped. The girl went on, "It is about sharing burdens even if the backs you share it to crumble under it, sharing it only makes…makes…makes.."
Tears rolled down her cheeks, she had burdened the boys survival sacrificing her dignity. Tears that she believed she had emptied for her family. Tears that got swept off her face by a maiden with a broken sword. Cyn hugged her.
"It will be ok. You don't have to share my burden," Cyn comforted the girl.
The girl irrevocably stated, "I…I felt happier…no, content having shouldered someone else's distress. Don't..don't take it away."
"HAHAHAHAHA!"
"HAHAHAHA!"
Laughter filled the street from none other than the two adolescent boys unconscious bodies.
"That was such a magnificient drama….or is that a scene?" The voice did not feel to be of the boys to Cyn.
Shielding the girl behind her back, she pointed the broken blade at both of them switching from one boy to the other instinctively.
Both of the bodies twitched then burst apart. The voice still said its last words, "Ah, that's a shame. Could have gone for a bit longer."
Both Cyn and the adolescent young girl were drenched in blood from their head to toe. Blood that was not of their bodies.