Lingering Glance (Patreon)

"Oh, God... Oh, my Lord." Joan's moans get your attention. She's splattered on the ground, her spear nowhere to be seen. She's moving her upper body as if trying to rise, but her elbows keep slipping and losing strength, and blood pools around her legs.

You walk closer. Joan sees you through the haze of pain. "Oh, God. God," she cries more desperately. She looks away from you, jaw clenched tight, hands trying to drag her body on the ground.

But she can get nowhere. Her left leg is bent at the wrong angle, the knee completely caved in. The horse did more than break her leg; it shattered the bone. Her armor is dented at the waist and sides, digging into her ribs. She's struggling to breathe, you notice. Her helmet has been thrown off, and her black hair is stained with blood.

Rain falls on you both, its roar closing in like a curtain. The street disappears, and for a moment, the world is made of only you and Joan.

*choice

1) You kill her.

2) You spare her. She's not going anywhere.

3) Do unto others as they've done unto you. You'll cut her cheek as she cut yours.