My little araignè

FINALLY ON TIME (kinda)
Todays song will be Confident by Demi Lovato
idk guys i just thught of the song 
 anyway ENJOY
"WHAT THE FUCK? YOU NEVER SAID ANYTHING ABOUT SWORDS!" I yelled, running as fast as I could, using Louise as my human shield.

Bad idea. Bad, bad idea. This had to be one of the worst ideas I'd ever had.

"Okay, why don't we just calm down and—" Louise started.

"GET OVER HERE, LITTLE PRINCESS!" Obrovosky bellowed, his voice echoing like a war drum.

"FUCK YOU!" I shouted back, peeking out from behind Louise's shoulder before immediately ducking again as Obrovosky's sword swung dangerously close to me.

"COWARD!" Obrovosky sneered.

"HOW? YOU'RE THE ONE USING A WEAPON!" I yelled, trying to justify my survival tactics.

"She has a point, big guy," Louise chimed in with his usual smirk.

Obrovosky shot him a glare so venomous that even Louise's confidence faltered for a moment.

"SEE?" I pointed at Obrovosky. "NOT FAIR!"

"SHOULD HAVE THOUGHT ABOUT THAT BEFORE OPENING THAT MOUTH OF YOURS," Obrovosky retorted, his grin nothing short of predatory.

I glared at him, my face flushed with indignation.

"I have an idea," Louise interjected, raising a finger like a mischievous magician.

Both Obrovosky and I turned to look at him—me with hope, and Obrovosky with irritation.

"It's obviously unfair for a man to fight an unarmed lady, especially with such a lethal weapon," Louise said, his voice dripping with mock sincerity. He made a few intricate hand movements, murmuring words I couldn't quite catch. Suddenly, two long, sharp swords materialized in his hands, glowing faintly with an ethereal energy.

My jaw dropped. "How the f—"

"Magic, sweetheart," Louise interrupted, winking at me with that flirtatious smile that never failed to annoy me. "These swords are special. They activate and deactivate with your command, and they're harmless to the body. No bloodshed. But since they're made of spiritual energy, they'll… tickle."

"Tickle?" I repeated, my voice incredulous.

"Depending on who's winning, it'll feel… uncomfortable," Louise explained, handing me one of the swords.

I gripped the hilt, still suspicious but also slightly excited. "Now this is fair," I declared, pointing the sword at Obrovosky. "Bring it on, ogre."

"Who are you calling an ogre?" he snapped, snatching the other sword from Louise's hand.

"At least now there won't be a body to hide," Louise said dryly, stepping back to watch the chaos unfold.

Okay, I thought. This can't be too bad, right? I mean, I've won fights in gym class before. Never lost, actually.

But then I looked at Obrovosky. A fully trained warrior with a murderous gleam in his eye.

Oh, I'm so dead.

"You're dead, princess," Obrovosky growled, his grin making my blood run cold.

Before I could even react, he lunged. My sword clashed with his, the impact reverberating through my arms and sending a bizarre tingling sensation all over my body. It wasn't a pleasant tickle—it felt more like nausea threatening to bubble over.

I was entirely on the defensive, barely managing to block his relentless attacks. Left, right, right, left… his moves were impossibly fast, giving me no time to think or retaliate.

"Cat got your tongue, princess?" he taunted, clearly enjoying my struggle.

My legs wobbled, and the nauseating tickles intensified with every clash of our swords. Think, Lilith. Think! I was out of my depth, and it was showing.

Then, I noticed something. Right, right, left, left… There was a pattern to his movements. If I could time it just right, I might be able to…

Wait. No. I need a distraction. My mind raced. Something else. Anything else.

That's when it hit me. The sun. Cerberus soldiers trained at night, meaning their eyes were weak against bright sunlight. I just needed something reflective…

I risked a quick glance around, nearly losing my leg in the process. "Shit," I muttered. Obrovosky's sword grazed too close for comfort.

"Don't get distracted, princess," he sneered.

Five seconds, I thought. I needed just five seconds to find something.

And then I saw it—a shovel, propped up against a nearby bag of seed. It had been shiny earlier; it might work.

"Right, right, left, left… now!" I whispered. Timing his pattern perfectly, I dodged to the side and bolted toward the shovel.

"WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING?" Obrovosky roared, thundering after me.

Adrenaline surged as I zigzagged, hoping to throw him off. The shovel gleamed tantalizingly close. I grabbed it just as Obrovosky's shadow loomed over me.

"What the hell are you trying now?" he mocked, swinging his sword down. I barely blocked it, my hands trembling under the strain.

Focus, I told myself. The sun. I angled the shovel, praying for a miracle. The sunlight reflected off the metal, blinding him instantly.

"WHAT THE FUCK?" Obrovosky yelled, clutching his eyes.

Yes! I snatched his sword and pointed it at him, triumphant—until the weapon disappeared in a shimmer of light.

"Oh, shit," I whispered. I'd forgotten it could only be wielded by him.

His vision began clearing, and I panicked.

The shovel. Use the shovel!

BAM.

Silence.

"Oh my god! OH SHIT, I'M SO SORRY! I DIDN'T MEAN TO—"

Obrovosky groaned, clutching his head where the shovel had struck. "ARE YOU CRAZY?"

"I SAID I'M SORRY!" I blurted, trying not to laugh at the absurdity of the situation.

Louise rushed over, putting himself between us. "It was an accident. Let's all calm down."

"WHO HITS PEOPLE WITH A SHOVEL?" Obrovosky shouted, glaring at me.

"I got nervous!" I defended weakly.

Ms. Adele returned just in time to scold us all for being "utterly immature." Louise bandaged Obrovosky's head while I tried not to look guilty.

"You won," Louise said suddenly, his voice laced with amusement.

"What?" I blinked at him, confused.

"You won, darling. And that bruises his ego more than anything else."

My brain processed his words, and then it hit me. "I WON?" I yelled. "OH MY GOD, I WON!"

Louise chuckled as I danced in triumph. Obrovosky's glare could have set me on fire, but I didn't care.

I'd beaten a cold-blooded, trained warrior.

Okay, sure, it was technically with a shovel. But a win is a win.