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Be warned: This is extremely depressing and bloody.

“Back off, little puppy!” Pride snapped, tossing her long red hair disdainfully.
Brophy snarled right back. Blood spiked the wolf’s fur in painful red ridges.
“Don’t...you...touch...him!” Sabrinae hissed. One punctured lung, she decided, was not going to make her leave Brophy to Pride’s nonexistent mercy. Romula and Jordan had already been sent flying into the creek behind.
“Oh, and what are you going to do about it, shuriken lady?”
“Shuriken...are not...my only...weapons!” Sabrinae fumbled with her left vambrace and the triangular blade sprang out of its casing.
Pride barely looked surprised. “Hidden weapons. Good for you.”
Her haughtily disdainful tone sent Sabrinae’s temper boiling over. But the series of lightning-fast attacks she launched into might as well have been snail slow for how easily Pride blocked them.
“Sabrinae, don’t...she’ll only kill you!” Brophy gasped out.
“And you, foolish wolf cub!” Pride twirled her giant sword, blade slicing an arc through the air that Brophy barely managed to dodge. “Your cause is decimated. There is no hope. Now die!”
Sabrinae sent two dozen throwing stars whirling at Pride. All were blocked with one sweep of the five-foot-blade.
“Pathetic. You’re dying, and yet you still fight.”
“What else...is there...to do?”
“Sabrinae, no!” Brophy ran forward, smashing Pride’s sword aside with his own blade.
“How noble of you. Rushing in to save your dying lover.”
“Brophy...” Sabrinae said quietly.
It twisted Brophy’s heart to see her blood splattered across her face. He reached for her hand and felt another blow to his chest when he touched more blood on her glove. “It’s all right, Sabrinae. I’m here. I’m alive.” The words felt like sustenance after all they had been through.
“That’s right, stand by her until the end,” Pride sneered. Her blade hissed down again.
Before Brophy could parry it, Sabrinae lunged forward and blocked it off her vambrace-blade. Fresh red welled up on her chest above her broken ribs.
“Don’t touch...him!”
“Pah! You sound like a broken record, amateur.” The sword swung again, but Sabrinae’s legs had locked in place. Pain clogged her chest.
“No!” Brophy flung himself at Sabrinae, carrying them out of Pride’s reach, but not for long.
“I’m the cat, wolf-boy, and you and your lover are mice. And it’s time she dies.”
“Brophy, save...yourself...”
The shapeshifter took one look at Sabrinae’s silver eyes and decided not to. “You...won’t, will...you...”
“Of course not,” he whispered. “I’m too stubborn, remember?”
And then Pride’s sword was whipping towards Sabrinae’s exposed side, and Brophy was flinging his own body into its path, and there was slicing pain in his shoulder blades as the blade scraped bone and flesh across his back...
“NO!” There was blood on the ground, too much blood, all of it Brophy’s. Ignoring the pain from her ribs and gurgling lung, Sabrinae dragged herself to his side.
His breathing was shallow and ragged. “Sorry...”
“Brophy, you...idiot!” Sabrinae buried her face in his chest to hide her tears. The blood soaking the charred ground was too surreal, too painful...
He weakly placed a hand on her arm. “I’m...” He took a painful breath. “You’re alive...you’re safe...it’s alright...”
“You can’t leave me!” she cried. “Brophy, you can’t!”
“Sabrinae...I’m sorry...but I had to...protect you...” His eyes fluttered shut.
“No! Brophy! You didn’t have to! I would have saved you,” her voice faded to a whisper. “Please, Brophy, don’t go...”
His hand slid off her sleeve.
“Brophy...” She brushed her lips across his, willing his eyes to open, but they remained closed. “Brophy, you can’t...you can’t!”
His breathing slowed to a stop and he breathed one last word. “Sabrinae...”
“NOOOO! Brophy, wake up!” she pleaded. “Please wake up...” Her voice gave out to a sob. “No...” Her body shook, her lungs seizing up, breath becoming too painful. Cold, colder than anything she had ever known, overwhelmed her heart and her tears poured in a flood to the ground.
Pride looked bored. “Yeah, yeah, how sweet. Now are you gonna fight me or not?”
Sabrinae whirled to face the despicable creation of Al’Soviian. All the pain from her ribs was gone. There was only the empty hole where Brophy had once been. “Oh, I’ll fight you, alright!” She shouted the words of a fire spell at Pride, throwing in a few extra words for more power. “DIE, YOU MURDERER!”
Flame burst from her hands and shot at Pride in a giant orange maw, hungry yellow teeth roaring for food.
“AND THIS ONE’S FOR BROPHY!” Sabrinae yelled more fire words into the flames. The raging fireball was like a star lighting the entire field.
Heat and smoke barreled across the battlefield and Sabrinae sank to her knees amidst the inferno.
“Brophy...” she whispered. The tears came so thick and fast that the fire didn’t have time to evaporate them. “Brophy...”
The vague shape of Pride shimmered in the haze.
“Enjoy your little taste of hell!” Sabrinae cried. Grief and anger stabbed her heart and she flung a burning branch at the shape. It exploded into nothingness.
The pain rushed back and she toppled to the ground next to Brophy. Her hand found his in the confusing whirl of fire devouring grass, and she made herself believe the warmth meant he was alive.
The welcome blackness of unconsciousness nibbled at her vision and she gladly succumbed to it, wanting to forget all that had happened.

Description
Be warned: This is extremely depressing and bloody.

“Back off, little puppy!” Pride snapped, tossing her long red hair disdainfully.
Brophy snarled right back. Blood spiked the wolf’s fur in painful red ridges.
“Don’t...you...touch...him!” Sabrinae hissed. One punctured lung, she decided, was not going to make her leave Brophy to Pride’s nonexistent mercy. Romula and Jordan had already been sent flying into the creek behind.
“Oh, and what are you going to do about it, shuriken lady?”
“Shuriken...are not...my only...weapons!” Sabrinae fumbled with her left vambrace and the triangular blade sprang out of its casing.
Pride barely looked surprised. “Hidden weapons. Good for you.”
Her haughtily disdainful tone sent Sabrinae’s temper boiling over. But the series of lightning-fast attacks she launched into might as well have been snail slow for how easily Pride blocked them.
“Sabrinae, don’t...she’ll only kill you!” Brophy gasped out.
“And you, foolish wolf cub!” Pride twirled her giant sword, blade slicing an arc through the air that Brophy barely managed to dodge. “Your cause is decimated. There is no hope. Now die!”
Sabrinae sent two dozen throwing stars whirling at Pride. All were blocked with one sweep of the five-foot-blade.
“Pathetic. You’re dying, and yet you still fight.”
“What else...is there...to do?”
“Sabrinae, no!” Brophy ran forward, smashing Pride’s sword aside with his own blade.
“How noble of you. Rushing in to save your dying lover.”
“Brophy...” Sabrinae said quietly.
It twisted Brophy’s heart to see her blood splattered across her face. He reached for her hand and felt another blow to his chest when he touched more blood on her glove. “It’s all right, Sabrinae. I’m here. I’m alive.” The words felt like sustenance after all they had been through.
“That’s right, stand by her until the end,” Pride sneered. Her blade hissed down again.
Before Brophy could parry it, Sabrinae lunged forward and blocked it off her vambrace-blade. Fresh red welled up on her chest above her broken ribs.
“Don’t touch...him!”
“Pah! You sound like a broken record, amateur.” The sword swung again, but Sabrinae’s legs had locked in place. Pain clogged her chest.
“No!” Brophy flung himself at Sabrinae, carrying them out of Pride’s reach, but not for long.
“I’m the cat, wolf-boy, and you and your lover are mice. And it’s time she dies.”
“Brophy, save...yourself...”
The shapeshifter took one look at Sabrinae’s silver eyes and decided not to. “You...won’t, will...you...”
“Of course not,” he whispered. “I’m too stubborn, remember?”
And then Pride’s sword was whipping towards Sabrinae’s exposed side, and Brophy was flinging his own body into its path, and there was slicing pain in his shoulder blades as the blade scraped bone and flesh across his back...
“NO!” There was blood on the ground, too much blood, all of it Brophy’s. Ignoring the pain from her ribs and gurgling lung, Sabrinae dragged herself to his side.
His breathing was shallow and ragged. “Sorry...”
“Brophy, you...idiot!” Sabrinae buried her face in his chest to hide her tears. The blood soaking the charred ground was too surreal, too painful...
He weakly placed a hand on her arm. “I’m...” He took a painful breath. “You’re alive...you’re safe...it’s alright...”
“You can’t leave me!” she cried. “Brophy, you can’t!”
“Sabrinae...I’m sorry...but I had to...protect you...” His eyes fluttered shut.
“No! Brophy! You didn’t have to! I would have saved you,” her voice faded to a whisper. “Please, Brophy, don’t go...”
His hand slid off her sleeve.
“Brophy...” She brushed her lips across his, willing his eyes to open, but they remained closed. “Brophy, you can’t...you can’t!”
His breathing slowed to a stop and he breathed one last word. “Sabrinae...”
“NOOOO! Brophy, wake up!” she pleaded. “Please wake up...” Her voice gave out to a sob. “No...” Her body shook, her lungs seizing up, breath becoming too painful. Cold, colder than anything she had ever known, overwhelmed her heart and her tears poured in a flood to the ground.
Pride looked bored. “Yeah, yeah, how sweet. Now are you gonna fight me or not?”
Sabrinae whirled to face the despicable creation of Al’Soviian. All the pain from her ribs was gone. There was only the empty hole where Brophy had once been. “Oh, I’ll fight you, alright!” She shouted the words of a fire spell at Pride, throwing in a few extra words for more power. “DIE, YOU MURDERER!”
Flame burst from her hands and shot at Pride in a giant orange maw, hungry yellow teeth roaring for food.
“AND THIS ONE’S FOR BROPHY!” Sabrinae yelled more fire words into the flames. The raging fireball was like a star lighting the entire field.
Heat and smoke barreled across the battlefield and Sabrinae sank to her knees amidst the inferno.
“Brophy...” she whispered. The tears came so thick and fast that the fire didn’t have time to evaporate them. “Brophy...”
The vague shape of Pride shimmered in the haze.
“Enjoy your little taste of hell!” Sabrinae cried. Grief and anger stabbed her heart and she flung a burning branch at the shape. It exploded into nothingness.
The pain rushed back and she toppled to the ground next to Brophy. Her hand found his in the confusing whirl of fire devouring grass, and she made herself believe the warmth meant he was alive.
The welcome blackness of unconsciousness nibbled at her vision and she gladly succumbed to it, wanting to forget all that had happened.