One destiny. Two paths. One war.
Sheala and Cass have chosen their sides. One seeks to bring meaning to her life that has been in shambles since the day her father and mother were killed and weighs the prospect of assuming the mantle of her uncle's...
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Power often exerts a price beyond its initial cost. Be prudent in your quest for it and be judicious in its use. Consumption by darkness awaits those who do not heed this warning.
Sayings of Wisdom - TouVagou
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With the guile of a cat and the patience of a snake, Cassandra twisted and coiled. Two fingers of her left hand maintained a delicate grasp on the hilt of one saber, while the other three maintained her body in a crouch and off the floor. Her right arm remained cocked and ready to strike with her other blade.
She pounced, her muscles releasing with such ease. With the sword in her left, she swatted away that of her opponent as it came towards her. He was somewhere between both attacking and realizing that retreat would be his best option.
Once she had his defenses thwarted, her other sword skewered through his bicep before she ripped it free. Incapacitated, the man in his red and black tunic howled on the ground. Cassandra allowed herself only the briefest of moments. She smiled. General Kayzar's elite forces were at least being put to good use, she thought.
Her hearing picked up on the subtle slicing of a sword as it moved through air at her back. She had already smelled the sweat of the soldier long before that, and her father's medallion also burned with a warming. She rotated, meeting his blade with a twisting block from her own that sent him off balance. With a kick to his gut as he stumbled past, he flew a good three feet before landing with the sound only a soft body on a hard surface could make.
Her two final opponents rushed in, each from opposite sides, each coordinating their attacks. Swords swung. Cassandra dropped to her knee, ducking the first aimed for her head. The other she avoided with a perfectly timed forward roll. Everything seemed to happen in slow motion, even though it didn't. But to her senses, that was how it appeared. With a saber in each hand, her arms extended, and the tips thrust out.
Crouched there, a glance to each side confirmed she impaled both men through their stomachs. Withdrawing her weapons, they flopped to the ground, internal bleeding sapping the life from them as they groaned. As she rose, Cassandra ran each of her blades through a towel draped on her belt to remove the residual blood before re-sheathing them.
