[The blade slices through your gut, which sends a white-hot streak of pain throughout your entire body. Blood already begins to stain the front of your clothing, and with that, comes a feeling]

[Why bother. . . why even try, when it always ends like this, when it ends in pain and suffering, why fight when you can't win. . .?]

[The smoke clears, and you see it's the mysterious figure that's wielding the weapon. It seems to have settled on Nyssa's form for now-- she holds the cutlass extended in front of her elegantly, though her body is fuzzy and glitches around her shoulders every so often]

[The lightning crackles, and Nyssa withdraws the blade before the attack can be channeled through the sword and into the owner. It does, however, arc through the sky and strike one of the ropes tethered to the Tiaboat, snapping it in half]

[With that, comes a new feeling]

[No-- don't give up yet!]