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Her scream ended in a low moan. Sweat breaking out along her brow as she looked down at her ensnared ankle. The flesh ripped, angry and bleeding. Still caught in those metal jaws. With her fair skin nearly turning white, she managed to keep her daggers in her hands as the enemy began to converge upon them.
The Anirian soldier to her left got an arrow through the middle of his eyes.
The one to her right was being locked into a duel with a deadly swordsman. The cortosi was using two curved swords that looked like they hailed all the way from the Empire. Silver glinting on moonlight as they slahed in the night. Norah leaned forward, trying to find a release button for the trap.
Problem was?
She needed some leverage.
A shadow fell in front of her and she had enough time to roll to the side, her ankle snagging as the chain and trap kept her from moving so far.
"Anirian Bitch," the cortosi soldier spat as he raised his sword again.
The Anirian soldier to her left got an arrow through the middle of his eyes.
The one to her right was being locked into a duel with a deadly swordsman. The cortosi was using two curved swords that looked like they hailed all the way from the Empire. Silver glinting on moonlight as they slahed in the night. Norah leaned forward, trying to find a release button for the trap.
Problem was?
She needed some leverage.
A shadow fell in front of her and she had enough time to roll to the side, her ankle snagging as the chain and trap kept her from moving so far.
"Anirian Bitch," the cortosi soldier spat as he raised his sword again.