Ok. The rest of them were now after her skilled form, flipping, dodging, striking, until, in the crowd of sex offenders, came a voice. A voice the caused a wave of warmth to flow through her. "Khainley..."
She turned, slowly, only to come face to face with the lost orphan. "Anzio? You should be helping me fight! What's wrong?"
"Lets just give up. Too many too late. Its a good thing we could be together like this before our untimely ends." He ran a hand through her hair, the palm soft and warm. A weight dropped in her. Anzio would never say any of this. He would be brave, and selfless. This was not him.
She raised her blade, hand shaking violently. Only to drop it. She couldn't kill him. Even if this was a trick. She would rather take her own life before his. She'd lived a hellova lot longer then he had.
Her left leg swooped below the imposter, knocking it to its knees. A fist collided with its jaw, and she avoided watching it dislocate. The creature moaned, and her knee plunged into its stomach, and soon enough, the creature collapsed. Not dead, but unconsious.
The rest were easy to obliterate, using her absolute hate for david to reign victor, before she turned. Finsing Anzio, in tears, on his knees. She approached him, cautiously, a nagging feeling that the kintets might not have been all gone. She sunk to her own knees, and said, in a quiet voice, "Anzio? Is this really you?"