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ASHE
he was something solid to lean against.
Maybe Silver Wing had taken first blood, but the kill would be hers. She didn't react as he avoided her blade again - this was normal between them. Their sparring matches often lasted much longer than an average fight. They were full of fire and hunger, but they were not bloodthirsty. She was fighting for her very worth, fighting to maintain her hard-won position at the top… fighting for what might as well have been her life. Because if she wasn't the best of the best, what would she be worth to the Master of Assassins? The very thought sent a fire of motivation raging in her blood. Her position and reputation protected her, and she would not release it.
Ashe danced easily away from his sweeping leg, but he grabbed a firm hold of her cloak and yanked her back. He tsked that cloak time and time again, but it was her beacon and her calling card. If hadn't learned to deal with exactly this, she would have been dead a thousand times over. With his hold on her cloak, she didn't fight his violent guidance in bringing her to the ground. She half growled at the impact to the back of her knee that buckled her leg, but it brought him close. Ashe snapped around as she went down, twisting her leg from him and curling into him, striking an elbow up to hit his jaw with a flipped blade slashing for his chest. something violent and fierce and unmoving |
