Rue and Her Focus

The Guardian broke Rue's sword with ease.

After breaking her sword, the Guardian kicked Rue and, once more, sent her flying.

"A Hunter should hunt with their fists, not with tools if you want to persist," said the Guardian.

A little bit of blood spurted from her mouth.

"What about the Guardian that was before me?" Rue asked.

"What do you think weapons can accomplish when Hunters are stronger than steel, especially when some can even just depend on their heal?" asked the man.

"Shut up"

Rue was ready.

She was not going to go down without a fight.

Her body was starting to feel the repercussions of the fight.

She felt heavy.

She knew she was injured.

But for some reason.

Her face was giving a very different impression.

She was ecstatic.

She was smiling.

Even though she was losing.

She felt amazing.

She ran towards him.

They started to exchanged blows, but she could not keep up.

Another blow straight to the face.

But she kept going.