Their swords came down on each other with such force that Ashleigh felt the vibrations through her bones. If the strength to hold the sword was coming from her alone, she would have dropped it.
“You are as dishonorable as ever!” Solana growled, shoving Ashleigh away.
‘What?’ Ashleigh asked, but her voice did not come out.
“The bitterness still clings to you after centuries,” Ashleigh growled, her voice deeper than usual.
Their swords clanged together once more. They growled and snarled as they held each other in place.
“This challenge is for her to meet, not you!” Solana growled once again, shoving Ashleigh hard.
Before Ashleigh could renew her attack, Solana held up her hand. Her silver eyes glowed brightly.
Ashleigh’s body was held in place.
“How!” Ashleigh snarled.
“This is my sacred space,” Solana snarled in a quiet rage. “Not yours!”
Solana raised her other hand. She focused her energy on Ashleigh, brought her hands together, and swiftly apart.
