The rain came down in sheets, channeled into raucous
waterfalls by the forest canopy. Soak to the bone, the warrior continued to
stalk her opponent through the thundering dark. She could hardly see. Her sword
led the way, pushing aside bowed branches and vines. The darkness was
punctuated by lightning flashes. The brief illumination of the forest sometimes
showed signs of her quarry’s passing, muddy footprints or broken branches.
Some warrior instinct was all that saved her when the
other struck. Without knowing why, she turned and thrust her sword forward,
blade pointing up. Another blade clanged heavily against it.
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