Circling each other, once, then again, their blades finally met with the elf cackling aloud as he swung four times as if they were one, then taking a step backward, snarling as none of his attempts broke through Viktor's defenses. "Just like your father, stubborn as a donkey, yet..." He passed out of sight in the dying torchlight, tackled to the porch by another streaking figure, Reynar.
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Are more people about to die?
Shaking himself, Viktor jogged to the middle of the porch, watching Marialena kick out at a sable-armored woman and stab her through the chest, her eyes wild as her teeth bared into a rictus as she caught the blade of another black-armored man before it cut through her shoulder. Though her dress was torn in several places and she sported a jagged, steadily bleeding gash on her left cheek, she pressed on, keeping stride with her assailant, stroke for stroke.260Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkxX8ihLsQc
To her right, Fjalda was in an all-out brawl with the scarred woman, both of them kicking, punching, and fighting for survival in a horrible, chaotic dance. Behind her, near where the instruments had been, Kellen and Enialis both tussled with a final figure, devoid of armor, and dressed like one of the townsfolk. At that point, a familiar voice cried out, "Vik! Don't let them take me!" At the top of the stairs, the scarred woman was carrying Eliza down towards the forest as a thoroughly bruised Fjalda struggled to stand, nearby. 260Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8HugWSBsDA
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Growling, he sprinted towards the woman, drawing his blade and shouting, "put her down and face me." She tossed Eliza to the porch with a smirk and the young girl yelped but was somehow able to roll to her feet behind Viktor as he raised his sword in a careful en-garde stance. Instead of advancing on him, however, the woman cackled and said, "your time will come Kyrgan. For now, I think we're done here." As she finished, the elf rushed to her side, his blood-colored eyes twinkling.
They spun around and down the staircase as if they were two ravens taking flight and in a moment, both were gone, melting away into the night. 260Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2gVZclOcav
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