Rage and regret (Ferra POV)

He’s gone.

The thought reverberates in Ferra’s mind as she hurtles across the deck. She can hear herself screaming unintelligibly as she charges. Her vision is narrowed until all she can see is the blue armored warrior, a smug smile on his face.

He’s gone, and this man took him from me.

She lunges at him with her claws, and he dodges aside easily, his blade scoring a line across her back. He’s fast, possibly faster than her, but she doesn’t care. Whatever the cost, he will pay for this. Ferra spins and lunges again, taking a deep cut along her side as she does, but in return she claws gashes along his breastplate, forcing him to stumble backwards.

He’s gone, and this man must PAY.

Ferra leaps forward, claws outstretched. Desperately, the man thrusts his sword out to stop her, and it plunges through her left shoulder. There’s a flash of pain, which she ignores, and she grabs him by the forearm and squeezes. The armor crumples, as does the arm within, and he screams in pain, releasing his sword which still impales Ferra’s shoulder.

She pulls him close, snarling into his face. “Give. Him. BACK!”

He shakes his head. “I…cannot. He is gone…gone to the palace. To…to the Great One…”

Ferra growls, twisting his shattered arm and grinding the bones into pebbles and drawing another pained scream. Grabbing him by the throat, she stares into his panicked eyes. “Last. Chance.”

He gasps out what will be his last words. “You’ll never…see him again…”

A red mist veils Ferra’s vision, as she squeezes his neck and pulls. Turning away from the now headless corpse, she sees the remnants of the Order forces, fighting to the last. Yanking the sword from her shoulder with a grunt of pain, she charges back to the fight.

He’s gone, and it’s their fault!

What happens next is a blur. All she sees is Order troops, and blood. Even when there’s none left standing, she slashes at the corpses, screaming her rage. After a time, a familiar voice finally pierces the red mist.

“Ferra! Ferra, stop, it’s over!”

Gritting her teeth, she looks up to see Alex and Cassie, looking at her with worried expressions. Cassie takes a cautious step towards her.

“Ferra, you’re wounded! Can I…”

Ferra looks down at her blood covered claws. Weapons of war. As she looks, her hands return to normal, though still covered in blood. Delicate, feminine hands, made for gentle touches. Like HE showed her.

He’s gone, because I wasn’t able to protect him.

Ferra looks back to Cassie, shaking her head. “M-my wounds…will heal with time. I…I need..”

Ferra drops to her knees on the blood spattered deck, her voice catching in her throat. “I need…time…”

He’s gone, and it’s my fault.

As the others watch, Ferra does something she’s never done before. Something she didn’t know she was capable of.

Ferra puts her head in her hands, and breaks down in tears.