Matador brought out her little wand whispering spells calmly from her mouth, but she realized the more she whispered the more the ruffling sound increased, getting closer to her till a force pulled her from the floor causing her back to clash against a large tree trunk and she fell on the floor.
She spat out blood from her mouth quickly darting her gaze around in search of what just hit her, but surprisingly she found nothing. What's going on? What just happened to her?
The edges of her cloak and dress were thorn-like they had been burnt with fire and her skin now had a few bruises drenched in dirt from the muddy ground, but that was the least of her troubles. Wounds heal, but when a life is lost, it's lost forever.
