With eyes cold like frozen glass, the young healer stands on the balls of her feet, and at the ready. Seven feet away a hulking figure grows, becomes smaller and grows again with every breath. Fists curled in blades that glide up his arms and come to a stinging point just above his elbows, he is a fearsome warrior. Fire encircles the two about to lock in ferocious battle, licking at their backs with heat that would drop any lowly man to his knees, but these two feel nothing; nothing but rage. It’s midnight but even if it were day the smoke from the blaze would blot out any light that tried to reach them. The warrior raises his fists to the sky and swings them down as he charges forward. Before he gets even a stride from his initial position the healers wrist snaps in one fast motion as many strings of red tentacles of light reach for the warrior and slap against his face. Stupid and predictable she thought as she brought her hand back to her side and assumed her ready position.

Blood runs from the many small cuts on the warrior’s cheek and neck. He is shaken enough to stop his raging charge, but no less determined to crush the frail women. Stepping forward in a slow stride the warrior stares in to the lifeless eyes of his opponent. An arms length away from the women he sees in her eyes the coming second strike of the whip. Throwing up his left arm the many strands quickly rap around it giving him leverage enough to pull the women forward as he swings his right hand directly into her face. Hit so hard the women flies back into the fire. Proud of himself and his quick reflexes the warrior flexes his muscles and grunts, and doesn’t even see the coming attack. From the fire and to his right comes the healer with a dropkick to the side of the warriors head. Knocked back, but not thrown like the women when struck in the face, the warrior is on a knee. Shaking it off and standing upright only to be caught by another crack of the whip, this time just below his left shoulder and stretching around his back, but the warrior felt this coming and was already in motion for the women.

At the pinnacle of the sting to his left arm and back the warrior had hold of the women’s whip arm with his right. Pulling forward he pivoted on his right leg, turning himself 180 degrees and yanked the women over his back and to the ground, as he stretched his leg up and brought it down hard on the women’s whip arm. Losing her grip on the whip the healer rolls out from under the warrior’s feet just as the second blow from his foot comes to the ground. Quick as a cat she rolls around to his side and digs her razor like nails into the warriors calve as she draws herself up from the ground taking her hand with her as she rips the warriors skin all the way up his leg. Fully erect she takes her armor plated elbow and drives it into the back of the warrior’s skull. In two blows she is able to nock the warrior to the ground for the first time. Quickly, she grabs her whip and is forced to hold it in the left hand as she had no grip in her right due to the warriors crushing stomp. She brings the whip down on the warrior in a flurry of blows, viciously tearing into his back.

Coming out of his stupor from the mighty strikes it was the warriors turn to roll, though he was less agile than the healer and the woman only followed. On his back now he reflected the blows from the whip in staggered success. The warrior knew if he couldn’t get to his feet he would soon be beaten. Struggling on his elbows and trying to move his self back between the healer’s strikes, the women suddenly stops her aggressive attacks. The warrior glances up as the women falls to the ground with a thud, an arrow in her back. Quick to his feet and glancing in the direction the arrow had come the warrior was struck between the eyes with yet another arrow.

From the fire came the hunter, slinging her bow around to her back. Walking in between the two duelers and giving them a pitiful glance, she knelt down to pick up the small satchel in the middle of the battleground. She had been gracefully following the warrior for weeks as he searched for this treasure, and had intended to kill him once he found it. To her surprise it was a healer that held the treasure she sought. Deciding to watch the futile battle for amusement, she perched herself in a tree just outside of the battleground and waited for the opportune time to strike. Pocketing her prize she walked over to the two bodies and extracted her arrows from them. Still kneeling she whispered, better to be the hunter than the hunted. She stands and disappears into the flames.

Later as the flames are dieing down a knight comes into the battleground and discovers the body of the dead warrior. Piercing his shield into the ground, he kneels next to the warrior and inspects the body. Obvious whip marks were scattered across the body, and a small whole was right between his eyes. He wonders why a Segnale and a Hunter would work together to bring down this warrior and where they might be now. Gripping his sword tighter than before he walks away from the battleground with a renewed awareness of his surroundings. The knight did not want to meet the same fate as the fearsome looking warrior.

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