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“There’s already been enough death. So just put the sword down…”

But Awena wasn’t prepared to give up on her vengeance. She wanted Annja to pay, and lunged at her, slashing wildly. She had no skill with the weapon, but pure rage still made her more than dangerous.

Annja parried blow after blow, fending off the attacks, knowing that like any fire, Awena would burn herself out. She didn’t have the stamina to match Annja, even if the blade somehow imbued her with unholy strength.

Again Awena swung, coming at her, but the intensity of the attacks lessened as she tired. Annja felt the strain, too. The muscles in her sword arm burned where it had been touched by the blue flame.

Annja blocked each parry, swords ringing out as they clashed.

Tears streamed down Awena’s face. She seemed to shrink in on herself, drawing a shallow breath before launching the next blow.

Annja knew that this was the moment to strike.

One chance. One opening. That was all she needed.

She had to end this now….