Final fantasy versus XIII

CHAPTER 2

He watched in complete silence letting his eyes scan over her. His weapons were on the brink of becoming visual if she seemed to be a threat or at least a problem. His dark eyebrows narrowed in silent puzzlement. She wasn't an enemy…but then just who was she? The young man tilted his head curiously; all women were supposed to take shelter. Obviously she was being brave or very stupid.
He let his eyes watch blood trickle from her exposed wound. If that continued; she'd never wake up due to loosing large amounts of blood. His eyes flicked towards her long sword, still in her grasp. Her fingers gave away easily as he held up the blade to examine it. Why was she wielding a weapon like this? He had never seen a woman with a weapon before. He scowled; frustrated at how strange this girl's actions were that made her a mystery. With a blunt side of the blade, he used her sword to tilt the girl's face to make her face turn to him. She was beaten up pretty bad, a cut on her cheek, bruises dotting her arms and an impaled blood wound. There were perhaps even more wounds beneath the clothing. His gloved finger touched the side of her body, she flinched as he passed over a rib. Broken, he decided. He noticed on how her left leg remained still as her other leg had jolted to the touch. Perhaps sprained. He glanced around eyeing the scenery darkly; the enemy would be back and if they did, something about her had gained their attention. She was light in his arms; her breath was faint as her teeth grit in pain. Hurt this woman may be but she was still a stranger. To use his power around her would have consequences, and if she was captured and did talk, she would indeed talk of the strange abilities he did possess. His thoughts flicked back to the corpses of men that he had just dealt with recently. Had she seen that? He ignored the question for now but let out a string of whispered bitter curses instead. He placed her body on abandoned motorcycle that he had found near crumbled ruins and swept the rubble off its smooth exterior. He then mounted it allowing her to lean against his chest for support. The engine roared to life, releasing a sound similar to thunder and quickly he sped down the district towards the slums and away from the battlefield.