Ruby drops fell. Slate gray eyes widened, pupils dilating as adrenaline pumped. A shaking hand rose, pushing back springy black curls. She lifted her eyes, sizing up the one who stood before her. As her hand descended from her hair, her fingers brushed her cheek, wiping scarlet away. Grinning maniacally, she licked her fingers, tasting copper and something more.
She knelt, never taking her eyes off her opponent as her hand moved along the floor seeking, her fingers grasping a cold, hard handle and lifting the shining knife off the floor. In between one breath and the next, she moved.
With a whisper of sound, she ran forward, keeping her center body mass low. She ran in close, whirling around, swinging out the hand that clutched the dagger, comfortably and expertly held. Stinging silver struck, slicing through cloth and flesh. As she moved past, she pivoted on light feet, bringing the blade around and down.
All that was heard was a gurgle as the body fell to the floor, the knife wrenched from muscle and tissue as she twisted her wrist to maximize tearing. A ragged tear in the neck, the jugular ripped apart, more ruby liquid than before pooling, spreading underneath the body where it lay.
Chest heaving only slightly, she raised her eyes, a defiant light in them. Raising the knife, her eyes shining in exultation, she whispered one word.