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She could feel heat rise inside of her. This isn't good! She glared at him. She knew that as they spoke demonic energy was filling her very core, but she couldn't let that change her. She was not about to let herself become a vile creature like her brother. If he was here, he would be dead, she was sure of it! They had the same fighting style, well, the last time that she checked they did. She winced as another jab of pain overwhelmed her. I'm stronger than this! Behind her back she had the end of the whip in her right hand. Her left held her dagger. She tied the Dagger on the end of the Whip. She had no idea if this would work or not but it was at least something she could try!
With a burst of energy she flicked her wrist. The whip uncurled and the dagger, still attached to the end, went with it and was heading quickly towards the Alastair's face.
With a burst of energy she flicked her wrist. The whip uncurled and the dagger, still attached to the end, went with it and was heading quickly towards the Alastair's face.