Thunder roars dangerously above. Ara looks up to see dark grey clouds dancing in the sky, and it starts to rain. The drops of water pelt mercilessly down as Ara casts her gaze back to the man standing before her. His once styled hair is now flat and dripping wet, his lips and hands are bloodied, and his eyes are filled with sorrow, regret almost. Ara senses his fear as she stares into his dark brown eyes. His cracked lips begin to part, as if to say something, but nothing comes out. 

“Vastas Guiera” the foreign words escape her lips before she can stop it, and as if on cue, the man falls to his knees. He gasps for air, and then suddenly, everything comes to a halt. His limp body falls, making a loud thud as it collides with the pavement. The anger slowly fades from Ara's body, and the thunder stops with it.

A hand places itself on her shoulder and a voice whispers into her ears “You did well, Ara. He deserved it”. 

Author comments:

First ever fanfic! Have fun!