Shjade smiled, shaking her head slowly in disbelief. You would use a sword of evil against an Ebon Knight? Oh, you poor, misguided child...
She stood there, waiting until the sword's beam was nearly upon her, before she made her move. Spinning aside, she brought her cursed blade Thousands against the dark beam with it's flat edge, then turns it upward at an angle, directing the energy as with a mirror. The powerful blast shot upwards into the sky, out and away where it would do her no harm.
However, this maneuver required her to stand still until all of the attack had passed over the sword, leaving her in a weak defensive position against the daggers coming at her side. The best she could do was attempt to deflect them with her own dagger Kiss, but with so many...
She concentrated her parries on vital spots, knocking aside several blades flying towards her chest and neck. A grunt of pain soon fell from her still as three blades burned their way into her right thigh, and another into her shin. Leethus' blast ended, and she dropped backwards quickly to get out of the way, catching another two blades in her sword arm in the process.
Tcha...sloppy... she thought.
Shjade did not try to stand or even get off of her back. She was silent except for the sound of her breathing, but she was busy. Her fingers traced patterns on the ground around her with her own blood. No runes, these; something older. Things she had learned from her ancient companion, a few lesser symbols of long gone times.
By steel and blood, with hatred and intrigue, she whispered, I call towards the one time villains and veteran lovers...
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