Trial of Flame
I was already moving.
Something pulled me, rib deep and unrelenting, straight to her. A war axe. Double headed. Ruby in the hilt. Wicked and perfect.
I reached out. She flew into my palm, sealing to me with a sting and a rush of blood, and I exhaled. Complete.
I twirled her, stepped onto the mat, and danced. A blur of slashes and pivots, cuts and power. When I stopped, the room was dead silent.
Damaris clapped once. “Rowyn has found her weapon. Keep looking, everyone.”
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