Chapter 75

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Clarke's POV

I don't get a chance to revel in the fact that I got in the first successful attack.  This guy roars, which I didn't think that humans can do, and then rushes at me. His attacks are stronger and the force of them make my muscles ache and my teeth clack together.

I block every strike, which only seems to anger him further. I can't get an attack in because he's moving so fast. I try and do what Lexa told me never to do, leaving a small area open and vulnerable to an attack. He jumps on the chance, thrusting his swords forward. He would've succeeded in making me a human shish-kabob if Lexa didn't step in and move me out of the way. Even with Lexa's quickness, he did manage to nick me. It's a small wound and on the left side of my stomach, away from any arteries or anything that could kill me so I'm good. But it is bleeding slightly and hurts a bit.

He comes at us, his double sided swords up in the air, ready to come down and try to cut us in half. Lexa looks almost bored as she kicks him in the chest, making him stumble backward and wheeze.

"Clarke. Are you alright, ai hodnes (my love)?" Lexa asks, worry evident in her features.

"Yes, I'm fine. Now let's kick his butt."

Lexa grins at me and I have to resist the urge to make out with her when I see the love in her eyes. It's probably not the best idea to get hot and heavy in front of all of these people and while we're actually fighting for our lives.

We advance on him side by side and he eyes us warily. Lexa twirls her weapons absentmindedly, a habit of hers that's both intimidating and adorable. We attack in unison, making him cross his swords in front of him to protect himself. I kick him in the knee and his leg gives out under him. Lexa hits him with the hilt of her sword, hitting his jaw. He falls backward and sprawls on the ground, one of his sword things flying from his grasp. I kick it away from him and we stand over him as he gasps for breath, glaring up at us.

We move back, letting him get up. He tries to attack and leaves his left side (he dropped the sword thing that was in his left hand) wide open. I jab his arm with the hilt of my sword, hitting a pressure point that makes him unable to move that arm at all. He panics, his eyes wide as he frantically moves his left shoulder, trying to her his now useless arm and hand to move.

We move backwards as he swings his sword wildly, getting out of his range. He stops moving for a moment, breathing heavily. He seems to notice for the first time that there's a crowd of people around us. He scowls and even from here I can see the anger burning in his eyes. I take a few steps forward while Lexa stays where she is, cautiously watching his movements. I see him prepare to throw his weapon at us and sheathe my swords. Lexa follows my lead and sheathes hers too.

As he throws it, I can tell that he has deadly accuracy and he's aiming at Lexa. I reach out and catch it, hissing in pain because I caught it by the back blade. There's a soft gasp of surprise from behind me and everyone is eerily quiet. I turn around, hoping I'm wrong and that it didn't hit Lexa, carefully making sure not to move around the sword.

Lexa's eyes are open wide, looking down at where the sword is piercing her chest. I nearly whimper and cry at the sight. I gentle pull out the sword, thanking whatever gods exist for the fact that it didn't hit her anywhere that could be fatal. It's still in a tricky spot, and I keep the sword steady as I pull it out. It went in about two inches, mainly thanks to me catching it and Lexa's tough armor that made sure it didn't go further. There's black blood coming from her wound and she calms down from her shock.

"Clarke, finish it. I will be okay. Ai gonplei nou ste odon (my fight is not over)."

"Put pressure on it, love. I'll check on the wound when I'm done with this."

I kiss her cheek before turning around and unsheathing my swords. If he hadn't hurt her, I would've given him the option to flee and live. But now he is so dead. My mouth is set in a firm scowl and his eyes widen, seeming to realize that he messed up badly.

He stumbles backwards, trying to get away from me. He doesn't even try to go for his weapons that are on the ground. When he reaches the edge of the crowd, trying to get through while still moving backwards to keep an eye on me. The crowd shoves him forward and he falls to his knees in front of me.

"Get up." I say.

He does and my lips form a smirk when I realize he's trembling. I bring my swords to his throat and slit it. Blood spurts from his carotid artery and hits my armor. He collapses onto the ground, his dead eyes unseeing.

I re-sheathe my bloody swords and rush back to Lexa, barely even hearing the cheers of the crowd. Raven and Octavia are already there with the guards nearby, making her sit on the ground and lean back onto Octavia's lap.

"I need to take off your armor to check the wound. Is that okay?" I ask, wanting to make sure.

"Yes, I have my bindings on." (That's the Grounder equivalent of a bra)

I take off her armor, trying to be gentle so I don't move her around much. The wound isn't terrible and the pressure she out on it definitely slowed the bleeding, but her stomach and abs are covered in a thin layer of her black blood mixed with sweat.

"Float me, her abs are incredible." Raven murmurs, flushing when Octavia looks at her with an amused expression.

I take a wet cloth from Lincoln, cleaning her wound. I sigh in relief when I can see it well enough. It's not good but not terrible. Lexa will be fine, she just needs stitches.










Just so you know, that wound is in the same spot where Lexa got shot in the show... Which I'm pretty sure was not fatal at all. Also, hopefully I named the right artery because it's been about a year and a half since I learned about that stuff! Lexa's going to be fine, this is just another example of me still being salty about her death. Thank you guys for reading; we're getting really close to hitting 100k on this story, which is insane! Thanks for your lovely comments and stay awesome!

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