"Why... Why does this always happen to me?" Belladonna muttered to herself, her trembling hands weakly wrapping around the shaft of the spear, as she gave it a few feeble tugs. Each one sending a new jolt of searing pain through her body, which made her whimper in pain which in turn stabbed her broken ribs into her lungs more which was even more pain.
It was a truly vicious cycle.
"Stabbed, Beaten, Poisoned and Shot at... I get that is my life now, but does it really all have to happen in one day?"
Behind her, Figg pounded on the silver wall of pure moonlight, as he tried to get back inside. He stepped back, thrusting his hand towards it, causing vines, trees and shards of stone to burst forwards and uselessly shatter or splat against the silver wall.
Between his fruitless efforts, the burning sensation in her stomach, and the armoured stranger slowly striding towards her with withering disgust in his eyes, Belladonna could not help but laugh.
