“I don’t notice you spouting any great plans, Volot!” Adahna flashed, her skin beginning to glow as she flipped her black curls over one shoulder, “especially since the last one turned out so well.”
This last shot, referring to Volot’s latest, disastrous attempt at infiltrating a human settlement, tipped the scales as the combatants erupted into violence. Swords scraped free of scabbards and both warriors crouched in a fighting stance. The other members of the unit backed away cautiously as the two circled one another, Volot muttering insults and imprecations while Adahna was eerily silent.
The air sizzled as their blades became bolts of flame, whirling and slashing, singeing the space between them as each sought the advantage. Adahna’s sword skimmed close enough to Volot’s outstretched wing to send a half dozen feathers drifting into the ether even as he ducked left and lunged under her guard, splitting the fabric of her tunic below the right breast. For a few moments the smell of burnt feathers and ozone laid heavy on the breeze. In the next instant, Fomor slid his sword free and deflected a particularly vicious attack before it could sear Volot’s scalp to the bone.
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