Dykoria found her sword, and got in position, but she felt in no mood to fight, her legs were shaky, and she could barely move. She was going to help Hreeza with the children, but Bran jumped in her way.
"Great, just great!" She sighed as bran swung to hit her, she dodged but almost fell.
"Darn spell!" She cursed as she dropped her sword. She didn't have time to fetch it back, because Bran was in her face again. He swund, and she blocked. She tried to kick him, but he grabbed her leg and threw her into a wall, almost hitting Arawil on her "flight".
"Watch it!" The Maia yelled.
"Sorry, not <cough> my fault." She said. She tried to stand, but there was a terrible pain in her side. 'Well that will have to wait, time for another round." Dykoria thought as she saw Bran stalk towards her.
[ November 20, 2002: Message edited by: Shadow_Staar ]
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