"Swift Strike."
The words rippled calmly through Elowen's mouth as her hand touched Fiona's stomach.
However, the simple looking touch was anything but simple. Fiona's body caved in slightly from the impact, as her breath left her.
Like a ragdoll she was flown across the arena, hitting the hard stone and rolling on the ground.
She somehow managed to get up, though instantly coughed blood out of her mouth.
The arena fell quiet for a brief second.
Fiona staggered but forced herself upright. Her legs trembled, yet her grip tightened around her sword. Blood stained her lips, but her eyes were still sharp.
Though the attack was fatal, she had been through worse.
Across from her, Elowen stood untouched. Her long white hair flowed gently behind her, even though there was no wind.
Her crimson eyes looked calm, not a flicker of mock was there. She just stood there watching.
Fiona inhaled deeply.
