" Defined by no man, you are your own story.
Blazing through the world, turning history into herstory. And when they dare to tell you about all the things you cannot be,
You smile at them. "
" I am both woman and warrior and you cannot stop me. "...
ALONE IN THE HALLWAY STAND TWO fallen Wonkru queens. Their shoulders tense, knees aching, fists drawn tight as they battle out their anger together.
And like Indra told them all those years ago, no magic.
Angelina squares her shoulders, rounding her hips as she propels herself forward. Her foot landing under Octavia's ribs. The darker haired girl grunts in response, composing herself before fighting back with a punch that Angelina blocks with her arms.
"You've been asleep too long," Angelina taunts before she lands her fist against the girl's stomach.
Octavia simply looks at the girl, raising an eyebrow as she asks, "you call that a punch?"
Angelina lets out a laugh before making the girl eat her words. The girl shoves Octavia backwards with multiple hits to her chest, jaw and arms. Octavia falls to one knee, spiting blood from her mouth as she looks up at Angelina. Her chest heaving as she grumbles out, "better."
Octavia stands quickly, knocking the girl off her guard with a fist to her cheek. Angelina jolts backwards, only the sound of the two's painful breaths fill the hallway as Angelina takes hit after hit from Octavia.
Quickly having enough, Angelina grabs onto the back of Octavia's shirt before flinging her against the wall. Angelina catches her breath as Octavia leans all her weight against the wall, her shoulder making a dent in the metal paneling.
Octavia eyes the dent, her eyes becoming darker as she quickly throws fist after fist into the metal, the white gauze wrapped around her knuckles quickly falling red.
"Tav!" Angelina scolds, putting a hand on her hip as she watches the girl break.
She yells again, only Octavia doesn't hear a thing against the ringing in her ears.
