Raven could not resist the scowl on her face, nor the Vale wrought glaive from appearing in her hand. And moved like a black flash.
There were a few gasps followed by shouts of 'wait' and 'don't be foolish,' but Raven heard none of it. This woman, Iliana, simply didn't deserve to be her Master's anything. She was a bully. An arrogant bully who deserved no better than death.
Sword and Glaive clashed. And the world appeared to dim beneath them, illuminated only by the fountain of ember fountaining towards the skies. Icy fury that made the sun feel coldly blazed from the Forsaken's eyes as she struck in quick succession using a blade, polearm, and fist in tandem.
They moved as if in a dream, their blows heavy, and their bodies blurred and exaggerated. Sound appeared to follow only after they moved, unable to keep up as they took their battle to the skies.
