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him rather than the arrogant creature that postures before me and fights as
a coward, preferring to kill from a distance where his opponent cannot
reach him."
Fall-From-Grace breathed, her wings unfurling, "You shall torment him no
more."
The
creature stretched out, seeming to grow larger. It raised an arm, wielding
talons as long as scimitars.
Grace focused as she took a defensive stance, "You have done enough harm.
Prepare yourself."
She shielded herself as bolts of flame streaked at her, battering against that
barrier of devotion. Soft hands swept through the air, calling bolts of
lightning from the skyless void. Grace had little taste for battle, but pressed
as she was she had no other choice. Spears of electricity struck her foe one
after the other until the afterimage of those bolts left violet streaks fading
across her vision. She could only resist the tongues of flame for so long, and
soon her strength was nearing its limit.
A blade of fire sliced through Grace's arm, and the stink of burning silk
became a distraction. Any other time she would've savored the experience,
tasted the pain and reflected on the shock. Subconsciously she filed these
sensations away even as her certainty grew that she would not live to learn
from the ordeal.
Fall-From-Grace stumbled at the final barrage, and that left enough of an
opening. The creature swept forward in an instant, followed by the sharp
pressure slicing through her body.
A clean wound... it is possible to recover from a clean wound... she thought
to herself desperately, already beginning the intonations of a quick healing
that would stop the blood.
She didn't have the breath to cry out when those talons twisted in her body,
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