239 Dura 12

“I have no more use for you anymore.”

Siggy's eyes widened. "What?"

Then, with a movement that seemed nearly superhuman in its speed, he swung his sword at Siggy.

In that instant, her survival instincts kicked in.

She tried to jump back to avoid the blade, but she was too late- it struck the surface of her chest, tearing a gash through the front of her torso.

Siggy immediately fell to the floor, coming to a stop at Robo's feet.

"S-siggy?" Robo said.

The girl gave no answer. Her mouth was open, her eyes wide, her chest lifting almost imperceptibly as she tried to breathe. Before his eyes, the exposed flesh on her chest attempted to tie themselves together, but would immediately shy away as soon as they crossed the place where the blade had touched.

Alarmed, Alina rushed to Siggy's side as well, taking her hand. "Siggy?" She said. "Siggy?!"

"I…" Siggy rasped, barely able to speak. "I… can't… heal…"

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The Final Strike