“People yelling, doors slamming, running footsteps. It seemed as if time itself had stopped in the kitchen. The people frozen in a tableau. Not hours passed, but only a heartbeat. Catharina’s spear flashed from her hand and was cut neatly in two by Cinnabar with only a flick of his glittering sword. She had already loosed the first arrow before the spear reached its target and was cut down. The arrow was avoided as Cinnabar seemed to flow like liquid as he stepped aside to avoid it. Antonin spun... his sword in a whirling arc, the better to confuse the Morgoth, as he stepped forward to engage. Sparks flew as if from a blacksmith anvil as the two blades met. Strangely, it seemed to Antonin, he was dancing to a tune learned long ago. He was a skilled swordsman, but never a warrior. Yet without thinking he flowed from stance to stance. The moves flowed through him unbidden as he alternately attacked then defended in his deadly dance with Cinnabar the Morgoth. Cinnabar moved and flowed with ease, seemingly untroubled by the abilities of his adversary.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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