It was a fierce battle of biblical importances.
The broadsword was in her guts, and I'm blinded on one eye with my left shoulder joint dislocated backwards.
She stood right above me, while I lay on rock.
The smell of charred wood and blood mixed was something indescribable… And that sour stink of spilled wine and smoke riled me up even more.
I blinked through the haze, half-buried under what used to be the floorboards. My head throbbed, and I felt as if my ribs were shattered, my armor practically was sinking into my flesh. When I finally looked up through the splintered hole above, there was Lady_Valerie.
She crawled herself out of the sinkhole, both hands gripping on the broken edges as her cloak half burned away.
