Thrust. Retract.
Thrust. Retract.
The rapid feints made Wan'Er furious, but there was nothing she could do.
She had no trump cards left, but her opponent clearly didn't believe her and was still cautiously probing.
Her palm strikes hit nothing but air, one after another, and the anger in her heart grew with each miss.
"Stop running if you have any guts!" she finally roared in frustration.
PFFT!
In that instant, blood sprayed into the air.
Wan'Er's figure froze. She stood rigid on the spot, completely still.
She slowly reached out, trying to grab the Longsword plunged into her heart, but the sudden depressurization from her pierced heart cavity left her with no strength at all.
With a wet squelch, the sword tip was pulled out, trailing a stream of fresh red blood.
Wan'Er fell backward limply, her mind replaying the last few moments over and over.
'What... what just happened?'
'Was I... ambushed by someone else?'
