HellsingCallToArms

"Bloody 'ell!" she shrieks breathlessly into the silence. She stares blankly at the mess she made with her own two hands. She had pounded the table with her first and warped the wood into an ugly dent that would likely remind her any subsequent time she sat at the table of what she had become. Luckily the burnish table wouldn't soak up the blood she had spilled, though she wonders in some far corner of her mind whether it will seep into the splintered impression of her fist. She really shouldn't let this get to her, but she is emotionally drained. The blasted mercenaries Sir Integra hired had only enforced her insecurity. She had knocked a se