Imagine falling asleep next to your husband like a functional adult only to wake up mid-duel in a throne room you have zero recollection of walking to.
Guinevere Lunaris doesn't do normal. She does "again?"
A shaft of white light rammed a shaft of black right in the middle of the ring. The collision point crackled and sparked, two forces pushing against each other.
Guinevere was holding the line. Ish. Some ancient light parasite was holding it through her.
Her eyes flickered green.
Maddox caught it. A flash. Half a second. The gold washed out and the green surfaced long enough for her to take in the magical firefight and dark mage in front of her.
The emotion that cut through three of her matebonds translated to: sounds about right. It would have been funny under normal circumstances.
