Gravity

Paws kissed the earth in a deadly symphony as the young woman made her way to the battlefield. She was so consumed in rage and sorrow she could barley see straight. She needed to fight, she needed to practice defended what was hers- her freedom. The ghost man was determined to have her, and if all else failed, she would have to fight on her own, and she would. She would fight until her last breath, she would fight until her last heartbeat. Her mother had gone down fighting, and so would she. She would protect what her mother had built for her, she would protect those she loved, and she would protect her home. Today, she merely needed practice, and those in Valhalla weren't the ones to use as a dummy. She needed a stranger, someone with no ill feelings toward her. One she reached the heart of the wasteland, she scanned the area around her. There wasn't anyone in sight, but surly someone would come along right? Wolves always came here for spars, didn't they? She sighed, inhaling the scents and exhaling them deeply. No one.

"speech"