Sara kept the Kido up until she literally couldn’t. She didn’t end it. The spell didn’t petter out with any grace. It simply ended and Sara had just a second to see that she had merely cracked the Hollow’s mask before she collapsed, her reserves exhausted, and her strength depleted. She had failed. In the end it didn’t manage if she tried her best or not. The Hollow was going to eat her and then proceed to the rest of the town. Sara’s grip on her Zanpakutō was loose and she tried desperately to press herself up. She didn’t want to die here, a passive pawn of fate. If she was going to die she sure as hell wanted to be an active participant.
She managed to get to one knee and hold her blade straight out as the Hollow advance. It took more than she had to give, and she couldn’t help the tears of pain that blurred her vision. It hurt. All of it hurt. Her skull, her legs, her eyes, her heart, all of her hurt. Most of all her grip on her Zanpakutō hurt. Sara knew she didn’t have a chance, but she still forced herself through the pain, though the shaking in her limbs, though it all. She was not a passive pawn. Not tonight. Her death belonged to her and her alone. The Hollow may take her life, but Sara refused to hand it over.
Then Hayasegawa’s voice filled the air. Sara forced herself to keep absolutely still as she was surrounded by black and red flames. Sara didn’t know this Kido and wasn’t inclined to touch it. Who knew what it would do? Hayasegawa chased the Hollow away and came to stand by the young human. Sara noted the change in the elegant woman’s parasol. Was that part of the Kido? Could Sara learn that one? How long would it take? How long until she was no longer completely useless? How long until she could actually kill Hollows instead of running and luring them into traps that wouldn’t work? How long …
Sara’s thoughts came to a screeching halt as Hayasegawa spoke, telling her that she had done well. Sara suddenly burst into tears. She reached up to press her hands to her eyes. She still hadn’t let go off her Zanpakutō, still unwilling to do so, so she wound up with one eye pressing into the ball of her hand and the other pressed into her fingers curled around the hilt. The blade stuck straight out, thankfully away from Sara. Sara couldn’t process that she was holding her blade in a way that could easily injure her. She had almost died. It had never been a game. Sara wasn’t stupid enough to think that fighting Hollows was a game, but it still hadn’t been … real, for a lack of better words. She had almost died. It was painfully real, and she had failed so spectacularly that she wasn’t sure she could ever get better. Sara cried and cried and cried. She shouldn’t have taken Hayasegawa’s offer all those weeks ago. What good would she be in a real fight? After all, her companions needed her help and all she could do was cry.
She managed to get to one knee and hold her blade straight out as the Hollow advance. It took more than she had to give, and she couldn’t help the tears of pain that blurred her vision. It hurt. All of it hurt. Her skull, her legs, her eyes, her heart, all of her hurt. Most of all her grip on her Zanpakutō hurt. Sara knew she didn’t have a chance, but she still forced herself through the pain, though the shaking in her limbs, though it all. She was not a passive pawn. Not tonight. Her death belonged to her and her alone. The Hollow may take her life, but Sara refused to hand it over.
Then Hayasegawa’s voice filled the air. Sara forced herself to keep absolutely still as she was surrounded by black and red flames. Sara didn’t know this Kido and wasn’t inclined to touch it. Who knew what it would do? Hayasegawa chased the Hollow away and came to stand by the young human. Sara noted the change in the elegant woman’s parasol. Was that part of the Kido? Could Sara learn that one? How long would it take? How long until she was no longer completely useless? How long until she could actually kill Hollows instead of running and luring them into traps that wouldn’t work? How long …
Sara’s thoughts came to a screeching halt as Hayasegawa spoke, telling her that she had done well. Sara suddenly burst into tears. She reached up to press her hands to her eyes. She still hadn’t let go off her Zanpakutō, still unwilling to do so, so she wound up with one eye pressing into the ball of her hand and the other pressed into her fingers curled around the hilt. The blade stuck straight out, thankfully away from Sara. Sara couldn’t process that she was holding her blade in a way that could easily injure her. She had almost died. It had never been a game. Sara wasn’t stupid enough to think that fighting Hollows was a game, but it still hadn’t been … real, for a lack of better words. She had almost died. It was painfully real, and she had failed so spectacularly that she wasn’t sure she could ever get better. Sara cried and cried and cried. She shouldn’t have taken Hayasegawa’s offer all those weeks ago. What good would she be in a real fight? After all, her companions needed her help and all she could do was cry.