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The strike had been controlled in every movement. Even the small nick was planned. She had sought to graze his flesh, to make sure he knew how good she was. Nothing dangerous, as simple as a small nick from touching a sharp stone. She watched him step back, mind reeling with surprise. Clearly he hadn't expected her strike. What had he thought would happen when they battled with blades? They were real weapons, the edges not dulled by any means.
A sudden change in his presence was all the warning she was granted. Amy felt the monster awake in him, not understanding why. She didn't speak, simply drawing her sword up in preparation in case he turned against her. The twin weapons fell on her blade with a loud crash. Amy's brown eyes sparked with their own fire, eager for the heightened battle. She would have to take him down to make sure he didn't kill her, or injure her badly. Reaching a hand forward Amy moved to grab his throat, get him to step back.
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