The deafening sound of steel clashing was accompanied by the chuckles and sighs of spectators. They were circled around Harisk and Oenashka. The spectators watched as the two combated. Harisk held a long blade that revealed engraved ivy when the candle light hit it just right. He watched Oenashka with eyes cold as dry ice. She wielded a glaive with her white knuckles. They danced in circles striking at one another. Harisk began to lose focus on battle and gained focus on his opponent’s appearance. His eyes scandalously surveyed her body. Taking in her dark hair and her porcelain skin.

She looks so fragile. he thought to himself.

Oenashka smirked slightly. What an idiot. I am lucky Kashui blessed me such a nice figure. For it is perfect to lure foolish men into tripping over themselves.

As she laughed at the man’s fatal flaws she drew a dagger hidden no longer in her taught blouse. With one swift movement she tripped him and he hit his head knocking him unconscious. She straddled his broad body and brought her stained dagger to his throat sliding it easily across spilling crimson over the freshly polished marble floor. Ignoring the applause from her audience she retrieved an amethyst pendant necklace from with in her top. Hovering over Harisk’s body she prayed to Kashui. “Mashak oyr akiesh goiun akae Kashui answagi a gjur miek. You battled me knowing well Your soul would not find heaven nor hell” She strode out of the oaken doors seizing her bag of prize money. “Thank you sweet Kashui, victory was ours again. Though he was an easy victory he broke several of the rules. Don’t personify your opponent. Never hold their gaze. Always trust that everyone is looking to kill you. “Maybe I will come back. See if they have any worthy of me. Doubtless.