Normally she would have had killed this pompous ass of a man and all his cohorts. But she had the Coldlings to consider and Darien.
Sadly she accepted that he would most likely die.
The faint feeling of light and goodness was already seeping its way into her blood. Her will to destroy was waning. She had to do it now or lose her chance at slaughtering this filthy male. A physical attack would only leave her open for assault from the remaining soldier that was still out in the wood. With the little energy she could spare she sought out his vile thoughts.
Nothing.
�Quivern. I can�t feel the last one. Keep alert.�
He made no reply.
�Don�t ye go worry�n about the lad. I�ll take care o�em fer ye.� His grotesque sneer widened. Sneering and threatening seem to be his only card. He must have a lot of strength to back it up.
On the verge of light like this, killing with the dark magic would tear her apart. But she had to get to the coldlings. The Balance was in danger as it was. She would do her part uphold her oath. Even if it killed her.
Silu reached inside, gathered the anger, the rage, the fire of darkness. She brought it to a point sharpening it with her mind and focused the power in her sword arm. The nature of the metal her Tan U Tae sword was perfect for the translation of the type of forces she dealt with. Of course it was perfect for her, it had been made for her.
She raised her arm, locked it in position and let go her hold on the boiling magic that had been beating at the walls of her stomach for too long. The expulsion of so much pure energy was something she guessed was akin to orgasm, usually.
She felt the piercing scream tear at her throat. The pain, though, was too distracting for her to control her vocals though. Her vision blurred, but she knew what had happened. The blackness had shot out of her sword with the speed of a racing stallion and , no doubt, sliced through the laughing bounty hunter like her was only a sheet of paper. Dark energy, elemental dark power looks like a dense shadow in its purest form. But it was just as tangible as the soil she now clenched in her shaking fists.
Her empty fists. Empty? Where was her weapon?
Through the pain she managed to shuffle around in the sandy road, searching for the golden sword with her shaking hands. Consciousness left her as she struggled to make contact with the cursed burden.
