A - Part 2
All I know so far is Vienna is a vampire slayer, with a group of other vampire slayers and soon she meets a guy...not just a guy, a vampire guy whom she falls in love with. He seems different, he knows her like no one else does...(not that far in the story at all yet) *sorry this one might disappoint y'all.
Vienna only gave her a simple smile, there was only one person who was in the room now, everyone else had left slapping her back and wishing her good luck
"Ready to begin" someone announced…Arthur…nothing but his usual frown and dark, unreadable eyes. He entered, as Julia straightened trying to leave good impressions that Arthur counted as nothing until your performance.
Licking her lips, Vienna kept her eyes on her opponent as they both yelled fiercely "Ready!" "Then let’s commence" Julia stares at her with a huge grin, like she’s already won.
Julia runs forward as Vienna does, striking the swords together, leaving sounds of it clashing, echoing. Vienna steps back, as Julia runs forward again, sword aimed at her neck, she swings it as Vienna ducks, striking her sword at Julia’s hand. "Shit" as a gash was around her wrist now, ignoring the wound Julia once again tries aiming the sword’s blade at Vienna’s shoulder, she exhales and takes a quick look at her shoulder, backing away from Julia.
Her shoulder had a small line of blood dripping down her arm; "Had enough yet?" Julia pounces behind Vienna and leaves another cut on her back, cutting part of her shirt in the process. "Damn" afraid to look at her back, she grits her teeth and holds her sword firmly, Vienna rushes over now and lands a blow to her other arm holding the sword, the sword flies in the air. Julia grips her hand in pain, a small tear escapes from eye; she wipes it away just as quick and sprints towards the sword. Vienna follows after, with more speed and catches up to Julia, Vienna grabs her leg with her free hand and Julia falls, her head and body hits the floor with a huge clunk sound. She tries swiping at the sword which was a foot away. Julia now pushes herself up, making Vienna stumble back a few steps, just those few seconds saved Julia as she grabs her sword and thrusts it to Vienna, missing her arm by an inch as a bead of sweat begins to form at Vienna’s forehead. Defenseless again, Vienna runs towards Julia as she begins heading to her sword.
"Ready to begin" someone announced…Arthur…nothing but his usual frown and dark, unreadable eyes. He entered, as Julia straightened trying to leave good impressions that Arthur counted as nothing until your performance.
Licking her lips, Vienna kept her eyes on her opponent as they both yelled fiercely "Ready!" "Then let’s commence" Julia stares at her with a huge grin, like she’s already won.
Julia runs forward as Vienna does, striking the swords together, leaving sounds of it clashing, echoing. Vienna steps back, as Julia runs forward again, sword aimed at her neck, she swings it as Vienna ducks, striking her sword at Julia’s hand. "Shit" as a gash was around her wrist now, ignoring the wound Julia once again tries aiming the sword’s blade at Vienna’s shoulder, she exhales and takes a quick look at her shoulder, backing away from Julia.
Her shoulder had a small line of blood dripping down her arm; "Had enough yet?" Julia pounces behind Vienna and leaves another cut on her back, cutting part of her shirt in the process. "Damn" afraid to look at her back, she grits her teeth and holds her sword firmly, Vienna rushes over now and lands a blow to her other arm holding the sword, the sword flies in the air. Julia grips her hand in pain, a small tear escapes from eye; she wipes it away just as quick and sprints towards the sword. Vienna follows after, with more speed and catches up to Julia, Vienna grabs her leg with her free hand and Julia falls, her head and body hits the floor with a huge clunk sound. She tries swiping at the sword which was a foot away. Julia now pushes herself up, making Vienna stumble back a few steps, just those few seconds saved Julia as she grabs her sword and thrusts it to Vienna, missing her arm by an inch as a bead of sweat begins to form at Vienna’s forehead. Defenseless again, Vienna runs towards Julia as she begins heading to her sword.
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