Against the common soldiers, Zedya's basic fighting skills and superior physical abilities allowed her to slaughter with impunity. Against a vampire more than four times her age with centuries of experience in battle, however, she fared little better than a talented recruit, new to the army.
She managed to avoid blows to the head or chest, only barely, but the sickening crunch she'd heard when the flail smashed into her knee was repeated again when it slammed into the bottom of her ribcage, and a third time when it crashed into her right shoulder, sending shards of bone deep into her flesh and rendering her arm useless as it hung limply by her side.
Despite her terrible injuries, a smile blossomed on Zedya's face as she pushed her Mist Walker Dance to its limits, drifting out of reach of Savis's blood soaked flail.
