Acts of Vengeance - II

JP with White_Caribou and Omni

Shalia grunted and shoved away the sword that she connected with right as the dark robe let loose his knife. It whizzed just past Voah's knees with a thud against the ground as she moved her feet to compensate for the force moving against her. The witch had put about two feet between them now as she readied the spear again.

The roof above them dropped more dust a few smaller chunks of debris with a faint rumbling following the sound of a loud noise nearby in the building. Something seemed to make the whole surrounding structure shake for a few seconds. The dark haired witch coughed as some of the fallout fell directly onto them and irritated her eyes and the holy woman's. Tasted like licking an old book. Stung like salt in a wound.

The man decided his target was too nimble and would not remain still enough for range. Pulling another small knife from his belt, he lunged toward Voah with a set of dual slicing motions while her attention was momentarily turned.

Squinting through the dust, Shalia shoved forth the pointed end of the spear with two consecutive thrusts, the last one extending out further and connecting with Voah's bicep briefly as her arms moved to parry the incoming attacks from the robe. Shalia's body turned to face outward with the stretching motion before retracting the spear, knowing she had hit flesh. There was some satisfaction in that.

'*That's for my arm!*' she thought victoriously, taking a short step back to blink the painful dust away, wiping it from her eyes. To properly conduct the art of the Spear and the Sensing, she had to have said senses in check first.

Voah winced and cried out in pain as flesh from her arm was pierced and torn allowing the dark robe another slash across her ribs.

From nearby there came the sound of broken masonry and to make matters worse, the damage of the structure now had her half blinded. It was going to be a challenge for Voah to hit an enemy she couldn’t see and her graceful strides were continuously hindered by the difficult terrain. That gave her some ideas.

All the chaos of battle began to wake the beast inside her, that old Arbiter, Holy Sword of Vastad, though she knew the God of War was not with her now and she would forever bear the brands and suffer the lasting detriments of these injuries.

She swung the bastard sword around first arcing toward the witch to forcefully swat away the spear and then spinning it back up and around to cut down at the dark robe who thankfully made the predictable move to block with two crossed knives raised up to guard the downward strike. That gave her the opening to kick him back into the debris and gain some distance between them and allow her to recover. It worked better than expected as the man stumbled over some rubble.

She raised her sword into an overhead guard and squinted the dust and tears away.