They both half sidestepped in weak attempts at dodges. Claws cut through gray Fenthri skin. Daggers tore through Dragon bone and muscle. And gold exploded on both sides. Where Leona had expected a heart, her fingers landed on something metallic. All training faded in utter confusion as she ran the pads of her fingers over its square shape. She gasped, blood bubbling up her throat from the dagger in her chest. “What are you?” She whispered, staring at the place where her fingers protruded from the other woman’s chest. Gold blood streamed down the Wraith’s garb, identical to Leona’s. She tried
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