Refusing to be ensnared, Edith's reflexes kicked into overdrive. Her fist swung forth like a bolt of lightning, smashing into the black mage's visage with a satisfying crack. The impact dislodged her attacker, granting Edith the vital seconds she needed to regain her footing. With fluid grace, she surged upright, her battle instincts guiding her.
A swift retrieval of a dagger from her belt followed, the blade gleaming menacingly as it arced through the air toward a deranged human who still posed a threat to the trembling young ladies. The dagger's flight was true, and its target was met with a violent death even before the oppressor could fully comprehend her impending demise.
