Storm in a teacup
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A sharp impact at his belly, partially protected by the developed musculature under the scar tissue, and then the black female backed off. The way she moved was familiar, as was her smell. He heard the unsheathing of another weapon before taking a step back and drawing the two-foot steel blade from his pack, previously concealed and unknown of by anyone in this land.


The two stood in weak light of night, both wielding weapons which were difficult to see in the gloom. His short sword was light and deadly in his hand, poised to strike if she came at him, but she didn't. The moment lasted for a moment, before the identity of the woman came back to mind, and he relaxed mentally, though physically he was still ready for any sudden movement.


"Hel?" he said firmly, acknowledging her identity and hoping she would acknowledge his, knowing his voice if nothing else.




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