The witch clad in yellow got up her dress now stained with dirt. She had already been beaten black and blue before by that devilish creature now she was facing off with a mongrel that appeared sickly and weak but seemed to be able to figure out her next move before she did it.
Aperius stood tall burning with rage. He had finally found his lover but she was already being plotted against and they wanted her dead. How can he not be pissed off?
The woman's chest rose and fell vehemently as she drew out a blade from underneath her sleeve. A strange incantation escape her lips and the blade in her hand caught fire. With a speed invisible to the naked eye she tossed a pouch at him and swung her blade slashing it into two.
Silver like powder turned into specks of dust in front of him and immediately infiltrated his lungs burning them from the inside.
