As the flash of light died down, Sarnor re-opened her eyes. Her adversary was gone from his spot, but something made her smile slightly.
The tip of her sword was bloodied, on a length of about three inches and it was still dripping. That meant she had struck true.
One of the surrounding soldiers walked up to her.
"Ma'am! Should we tell the king he has escaped?" The man asked, saluting the woman.
"No. I shall report to sa majesté myself." She responded, dismissing the man.
Sarnor pulled out a cloth from her belt and cleaned the tip of her rapier. Judging by the length of the blood smear, she was almost certain she had pierced his heart.
Even if the boy had escaped, she was confident to say that unless he received immediate treatment from high-tier healing magic, he would die before the end of the day.
She was confident in her knowledge of anatomy to know that the boy would bleed from the inside and die from internal bleeding.
