[ Crimson eyes narrowed, watching Caren's movements. Focusing on her weapon. She could almost pick up on the pulse of mana coming from the other woman, but seeing the weighty sag of her weapon told her more than enough. One jumped back, lifting her chakram with her movement. The sharp steely blade, supposedly carved out of dragon bone, caught the light. She swung the weapon downward, aiming for the white haired woman's shoulder.
She had done so before, to another. To her brother. Had caught him off guard and nearly sliced straight through his shoulder.
And he forgave her. But would Caren forgive such an act of violence? ]
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She had done so before, to another. To her brother. Had caught him off guard and nearly sliced straight through his shoulder.
And he forgave her. But would Caren forgive such an act of violence? ]