With a final slash of Memoria, the head of the last elf around me was torn off. The last remnant of fear could be seen in his eyes but I was indifferent to it, not caring at all about the death of these elves nor my part in it. No, the only thing that even remotely mattered to me was watching Aoif. When I had looked over to see how Aoif was handling enemies I was instantly entranced by her battle. By the dance of death she had created, one so brilliant that I could not bring myself to look away.
It was why I was distracted even when looking into the eyes of my enemies, even when I had killed the last of them, when my feet carried me forwards for the last attack, so too was my mind focusing on the beautiful sight that was Aoif.
With the head of my enemy falling to the ground, my feet started to move forward, to get closer to Aoif. Raising my head I took another glance at Aoif, my stare lingering this time.
