Skill: Warrior
Rolling 1d5: 2
A nip too close, she stumbled for a fraction of a second as fresh pain blossomed from her side, and Shiloh took his chance.
His muscular shoulder made immediate and painful contact with her ribs as she staggered back, catching herself lest she be sent tumbling a second time. Once was enough; if she hit the ground again, she'd likely be down for the count. No - she had to make one last effort. Even if she lost now, she hoped Genghis could - see her - or even feel her progress - whatever it was a spirit could do when it had passed on, it was her singular greatest desire that he could witness the fruits of his labor.
She had made a mistake, and it likely cost her the fight.
It was a mistake she would learn from and never make again. Failure was not an option anymore, wallowing a thing of the past; she had to keep looking ahead to the future, to the best version of herself, and that Aurelia would have a beating heart of blood and steel and all the strength she would ever need to push past her grief.
Her sides throbbed in fresh agony, but she smiled back at Shiloh - and for perhaps the second time of her life, she succeeded.
A real smile.
Genghis would have been proud indeed.
As her final effort, she mustered up what energy she had left and launched herself toward the nape of his neck; she wanted to lock in with her jaws and use momentum to try and carry him down with her.
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