Liars go to Hell

Pesto's claws sliced through Toxicity's skin. The gash in her arm was too deep, too severe. The searing pain went dull, then numb and Toxicity knew something was wrong. The warmth flowed over her paw and the leg collapsed under any weight. She scrunched her face with effort to keep upright as they battled. It took too much effort and too much time to try to push her sister over. The blood kept rushing out from her wound. Eventually, Toxicity's breathing became shallow and her heartbeat rapid. Her head swam and it was hard to focus on her sister's attacks despite her being right in front of her. She staggered, barely able to catch her suddenly very heavy feeling body. Her vision tunneled and darkened, but with some effort she was able to keep it from going completely black.

She stumbled a few steps away from her sister, trying to speak, but it coming out as a garbled mess. She couldn't continue this battle- she knew that. She lost this battle, but she assured herself she would win the war. For now, she weakly fled, using what was left of her energy to call for Obi.