{Raven}
Henry's enchanted blade whistled through the air where Raven's head had been just moments before.
Raven ducked under the wild swing. The cramped storage room didn't give her much room to maneuver. Bottles clinked ominously on their shelves as Raven rolled to avoid Henry's next strike, the purple-tinged blade leaving an arc of dark energy in its wake.
[An enchanted weapon,] Raven noted. [I do not want to find out what that thing does.]
"You've gone soft," Henry spat, pressing his advantage. "The reports said so much about you. Spending so much time with that nim whore has made you weak!"
Raven's response was a swift kick to his knee, followed by a slash with her own knife that barely missed his throat.
Quietly, Raven parried his next blow and spun away from his blade. She feinted left, then struck right, scoring a shallow cut across Henry's arm.
But the bastard just grinned, dark energy crackling around the wound.
