Himelilek grunted and yanked the chain, the blade whistled back but the corner of one of the blades caught the stranger's cloak and ripped it. She caught the blade and with a smirk let it drop to her side, the blades rang out as the went into one another to form one blade again. "Fine." She muttered, still eyeing the elf.
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Victory favors neither the righteous nor the wicked. It favors the prepared.
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