The pain was searing in her stomach. She had barely managed to stay standing upon her feet, as her hand had also stormed to the wound, trying to stop the bleeding. Her gaze went to the man as he approached. She frowned at him, looking over her shoulder for the horse. Surprisingly, it had not fled yet. Behind the Swordmaster, Mikasa could see the crusader approaching. When she did not answer at first, Meldarion repeated his question. His gaze was cruel and of no compassion, piercing straight into the mind of the young Swordmaiden. 

“Hrmph!” Mikasa started, as she looked towards her even bloodier hand. She looked up towards Meldarion, as she rose to full figure. “What does it matter to you?” She continued, seemingly with full intentions of interrupting Meldarion, should he decide to speak again. “He and I do not share the – Argh! Bloody-.. !” She cursed out at her stomach, scoffing heavily. “We do not share the same ideals.” But she stopped, looking down towards the dead man. “Did.” 

Meldarion squinted his eyes at her, speaking again. “Why?” his voice had not changed, still inquisitive and cold. The Crusader had approached, looking at Mikasa with a hint of anger in his eyes. [i]Gods, they had probably seen the fight, if they were here now.[/i] She sighed to herself, talking reluctantly.  “There are some people who would rather see House Shuenaii in the ground.” Mikasa sighed, stuffing her fingers through the broken plate, pressing on the wound.

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