She picked up the dual swords at her feet with a smile of one meeting a long lost friend but wishing the reunion had been under better circumstances. Her opponent wore a grin of anticipation as she took her stance. He had long been waiting for this chance and she knew it. She rolled her head once in a vaguely rhythmic gesture at the end of which her body continued the motion beginning her assault.
As the two of them fought they turned and dipped and swung their blades in a dance set to music it seemed only they could hear. They seemed to shimmer and their beauty was beyond describing. The clangs as their blades connected were metallic thunder claps and the turbulence they cut through the air was the wind of a tornado. It was as though the moment they began to fight they had become gods who only appeared to be on our plane of existence. They were gods of death, breathtakingly beautiful and destructive beyond imagination.
As the tip of the arrow touched her breast, reality seemed to stall around Salea as though time froze. Everything was so clear. Even though there was silence, she could hear everything. Even though nothing was moving, she could see every movement that was about to be. As her gaze swept around her eyes locked on to those of her horrified apprentice. In that last moment she gave her a sad smile and reality screamed back into motion. The arrow pierced her and she felt it protrude from her back. She stumbled back and leaned against the wall for a moment as Tavra rushed forward to help her. Salea held up her hand to forestall her apprentice's interference.
"Master?" Tavra's voice was shaking with her desperation and her body was shaking with the effort of obeying her master's silent command.
She smiled at her apprentices as Kennon stepped forward and put his arm around Tavra's shoulder. She coughed and could taste the blood in her mouth. Her smile turned into a grimly wicked grin as she said, "Looks like the bastard actually did some damge, hmph." Her sadistic laugh rang out and her voice turned dangerous, "That fucker's mine!" She ripped the arrow from her body and as though it took that as its cue, power poured out of her and slammed against the world around her like tidal waves against a cliff face. The air around her seemed to still and her hair and clothes began to float as if gravity had dissipated around her. As her eyes locked on to her opponent sparks started dancing about her. When she spoke her voice sounded augmented and it made the air vibrate. "I'm afraid you've gone and made me angry, It's too bad because I don't think you'll survive your punishment."
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