She was exceptional; more than exceptional. His apprentice, his Guardian, his love, didn’t hesitate, didn’t hold back as she slayed enemy after enemy, moving like a dancer of death through the chaos, becoming chaos herself as she whirled her sword and dagger. She met his gaze across the fray, a manic grin splitting her blood-smeared face. He’d been right when he’d said to her long ago: ‘You’re beautiful as you are. And I’d wager even more so with steel in your hand and the blood of your enemies splattered across your face…’
