Drawing my sword fast enough to block her first attack was easy, even though she moved with the speed and grace of a dragonfly in the wind.
He reached the last window and stared for a second, out into the darkness, in admiration that even the full moon, in all her glory, could not overpower the blackness of this storm. Never had he seen the night sky so angry.
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