Shirts and jeans litter the asphalt, the empty fabric limbs askew as if they're attempting to escape. Blood smears Sarah's lips as she struggles against the chest of a dirty looking man with a beard. Terror. Terror is the only word my mind can seize on and it forgets what it means. I forget how to think - to move.
She swung her fist at Nicolae__ head. He raised an arm to block the blow, and she delivered a killing stab with her wooden dagger.Nicolae laughed, staggering dramatically to the ground. __ead, again, at the hands of the ugliest girl in creation._ He stuck out his tongue, face contorted in a grimace.Lada kicked him in the stomach. __ am no girl. Who is next?__he other Janissaries, gathered in a loose circle around Lada and Nicolae, shuffled their feet and avoided eye contact. Nicolae pushed himself up on an elbow. __eally? Cowards!___ still have bruises from the last time.___ cannot sit without pain.___he fights dirty.__van did not even respond, having never forgiven Lada for besting him when they were introduced. He refused to fight her and rarely acknowledged her presence.Lada laughed, showing all her sharp teeth. __ecause when you are on the battlefield, honor will mean so much. You will die with a blade between your ribs, secure in the knowledge that you fought with manners._ She picked up her dull practice sword, abandoned on the edge of the circle, and swung it through the air, sweeping it across the line of the Janissaries_ collective throats.
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She swung her fist at Nicolae__ head. He raised an arm to block the blow, and she delivered a killing stab with her wooden dagger.Nicolae laughed, staggering dramatically to the ground. __ead, again, at the hands of the ugliest girl in creation._ He stuck out his tongue, face contorted in a grimace.Lada kicked him in the stomach. __ am no girl. Who is next?__he other Janissaries, gathered in a loose circle around Lada and Nicolae, shuffled their feet and avoided eye contact. Nicolae pushed himself up on an elbow. __eally? Cowards!___ still have bruises from the last time.___ cannot sit without pain.___he fights dirty.__van did not even respond, having never forgiven Lada for besting him when they were introduced. He refused to fight her and rarely acknowledged her presence.Lada laughed, showing all her sharp teeth. __ecause when you are on the battlefield, honor will mean so much. You will die with a blade between your ribs, secure in the knowledge that you fought with manners._ She picked up her dull practice sword, abandoned on the edge of the circle, and swung it through the air, sweeping it across the line of the Janissaries_ collective throats.
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