Role

Chapter 5

Within the bloodlust, she realized the source of her unease. The limbs that she
saw seemed oddly familiar, as did the swords that swayed to strike her. They
were a mixture of precision and brutality, intertwined with golden cusps of
magic guiding their path. They appeared to be a desecrated form of the Dance,
no longer of beauty and grace but more of a chaos woven insanity only seeking
death. She realized that the movements of the swords were a pattern that she
herself had taught to others in the Dance, a pattern that she would have well
recognized had it not been for the magic enchantments.

As twin blades whizzed to cuz her jugular, she gracefully dodged with the
slimmest grasp of the Dance and skewered the beast.

Finality. In more ways then one, as the mist parted, and in front of her was
one of her kins and students. Except that the once pure emerald green eyes were
now clouded with a hateful red glare, the lithe and graceful body was scarred
by magical enchantments experimented upon this poor creature, and a pair of
demonic scaly limbs emerged as two additional arms. A monstrousity of magic.