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[Evenna Vael]

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She was leaping up steps two at a time, her agile frame moving quickly towards the top of the building. Through the loud shouts of vendors and bank customers Evenna's ears picked up the tell-tale ring of metal clashing.

She heard a shout of anger, familiar voices, growing closer. She new instinctively that Willow was beset with battle. She had to admit she was half excited, half scared. Excited to kill, Scared she would miss it...

At the top of the bank stood a concoction of people, members of the Assembly, their faces stunned. Like a shining beacon of strength Willow's sword held high then swung down with the whistle of death in its wake. Evenna lifted hers to, and flew like a banshee into the fray, cutting and slashing at every target that lunged toward Willow. She heard a cacophony of spells from William, arrows flying from Tyranis, and she knew that the Eventide was on their side...

She moved as if she was dancing a Macabre dance; as she bled, they bled, the world bled. In the end she stood panting, her beautiful breasts heaving from exertion and a smile upon her lips. Willow stood before her and the world rang with cheers and jeers as they stared into the cold angry eyes of the Dark Order. She yelled at the top of her lungs...

There is Freedom in Strength! This battle had only just begun...
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There is Freedom in Strength...