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Each sword strike sent shivers of energy through the air, radiating with fiery light.
Her eyes blazed, her heart beating in a wild pounding as she fought for her life.
Her swords danced and shimmered, their blades reflecting a brilliant, otherworldly light. The arokí roared with fury, their talons and beaks clashing against her daggers, but she held her ground, refusing to back down.
Sana’a found herself roaring in screams of pure ferociousness that echoed through the night as the atmosphere was filled with a fierce dance of steel and sorcery.
Her SHärds spun rapidly, their luminescence and shadow creating a dazzling display. Each slash was met with a gush of dark energy from the arokí’s necrotic reach, and they screeched as if they were fighting for their existence.
In this battle between light and darkness, the air grew thick with kätu, the gusts carrying the scent of blood and sweat.
Sana’a’s SHärd weapons darted so fast at the attacking witchers that it made their strikes look unwieldy.
The roar of the wind, now a furious tempest, whipped around the fighters.
Sana’a parried each attack, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
Although she was no match for the seven creatures in terms of numbers, she was driven to fight to the bitter end.
But when a burst of pain went through her as her energy reserves dwindled, she cried out as her old agony erupted through her tiring muscles.
Her blades kept on, but she knew she couldn’t hold her assaulters back much longer.
A mighty thunderclap roared and broke over the skies, almost splitting the firmament.
It slowed the battle, and some of the arokí wheeled to a stop in shock.
That was when Sana’a sensed him.
Tracking to her at rapid speed.
He soared through the air, his hawkstone in full brilliance.
His eyes flashed with a fierce glow, his koya swords a blur of light and shadow as he flew head-first into the heart of the maelstrom.
He was a vision to behold.
Killen, magnificent in half-transmuted Sab?r hawk mode, had morphed into a titanic winged predator.
His chrome wings fanned out. His eyes blazed with silver flames, and his limbs transformed into burnished bronze talons over six feet long.
His feathered and cromed krest and crown shook in the wind above his splendid skull.
His sab?rs, also chromed, pierced the metallic armoured pinions of her pursuers, firing flamed arrows into their midst.
Sana’a still paused mid-blade swing, gazed at him in disbelief as he hovered like a glowing winged leviathan to her side. ‘How?’
‘I caught the sound, shall we say, your groaning,’ he murmured with a crooked smile, fending off the attackers in a rapid-fire of his koya. ‘Something I’ve come to incline my ear in recent days.’
‘Fokk you, Sable.’
‘Anytime, Shotelai, just say when.’
When she bristled at him, he sobered up and glanced at the frothing arokí milling around them, whose swords he flicked away one after the other. ‘Not a fair fight. Seven against one?’
‘I was holding it together,’ she snarled.
‘Barely. Now stop fussin’, k’hanys, eyes on your blades,’ he commanded.
