Anna came at me, swinging her axe in dangerous arcs, each attack deadly and intentional—attacks meant to end the fight in a single blow.
I scrambled back, instinctively holding my sword in front of me, halfway up, unsure whether to attack her or defend myself.
Fighting her was tricky.
Whenever she swung her weapon, she used full force and speed but she left obvious openings. It was almost like the poison controlling her wanted to make it easy for me to counter her attack—and kill her.
Or be killed by her.
Like when I'd fought Vektor.
I was not going to let that happen again.
I was not going to kill a comrade again.
The wind kept blowing harshly, making me squint from the dirt blowing up in my face.
The aggressiveness of the wind felt familiar…
Behind me, I heard Sharon yelp in pain.
I dared to glance back just in time to see her crash through the weapons shed. Wood, dust and metal exploded outward as the structure collapsed on her body.
