Blood trickled down softly, staining the plain white marble tiles, leaving a trail behind the heavy boots that marched purposefully, eyes filled with acrimony.
"Run," Kali nudged Gerald, who was on his knees throwing up. "Run,"
Gerald groaned, writhing in pain. "I don't have anywhere to run to, my stomach hurts. I'm hungry,"
As Rhane got closer, Kali chewed her nails nervously. She could feel his suppressing energy even six steps away, and she knew it would only be a miracle if Gerald stayed alive.
"Fool," Kali hissed at Gerald, who didn't even know death was at his doorstep, yet acted preposterous. Dashing forward, Kali moved her hands to the side, aiming to hug Rhane and stop him from getting closer to Gerald.
"Please Rhane, look a—" The force with which Rhane shoved Kali to the side made her hit her face first. If not for her hands that she used to shield herself, she'd have at least two of her front teeth dancing on the ground.
