She steps through the shield, unharmed and determined, and moving faster than I ever thought possible, she launches into battle. Her sword cuts through the witches there, the light of her magic bursting forth and cleaving them apart—it’s a massacre the likes of which I’ve never seen before. Alone and with no regard for her own safety, the witch fights for Yregar.
EXACTLY SOREN, u CUNT, NOW GROVEL
