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<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-r">General Combat Roll of 37</span></span>
"You will regret taking me so lightly, Justinia," you tell your opponent. Words you have no business saying, not when she handles such an absurd weapon with the ease of a child swinging around a featherlight toy. Still, even if every instinct in your body screams at you to get as far away from this woman as possible, you need to put a brave face on for your men.
If you were to run away, then who would protect them from this monster?
"Will I, now...?" Justinia's masculine voice holds a mocking tone as a vile grin splits her beautiful face in two. "Are you sure you can say that, when your hands are trembling?"
"You're right, they are," you admit. It's not just your hands that quiver around the haft of your lance. Your entire body shivers as if you've been dumped naked into the icy waters of the Frozen Sea. Taking a deep breath, you force your body to relax and your heart to still. A false smile crosses your face as you explain that, "You're a strong opponent, after all. This opportunity is hard to come by, so forgive me if I'm a little <span class="mu-i">excited</span>."
"Good answer!" She barks with a laugh, throwing her head back.
That moment where her eyes are off of you is a splendid gift. You would be remiss if you did not take it. Kicking off the the hardwood floor with enough force to crack the surface boards, you explode towards Justinia with all of your speed. The Light of the Lord surges through your body and into your sword-lance, giving the blade a golden white glow as holy power writhes within it. With a mighty, meteoric thrust, you stab at the fallen knight, aiming to end things here and now.
<span class="mu-i">CLANG!</span>
That ugly and hideous noise rings through the air like an untuned and discordant bell, announcing your failure to run the woman through. You did not draw blood, you did not even cut a single one of the wriggling tentacles that embrace her body in a lurid mockery of a knight's armorsilks.
No, Justinia caught your mighty thrust with a flick of her iron talons and a perfect match of your force.
"Is this the justice that you brought to their little pet?" Justinia asks, looking at the blade of your sword-lance curiously. After a moment, she flicks it aside, and then slashes at the air. The force behind that casual swipe holds such power that it would have rent your armor asunder, if you did not leap back. Even so, the fastenings of your cloak snap free from the pressure in the air, causing the blue cloth to fall away.
"It's the justice I will bring to <span class="mu-i">you</span> as well," you hiss. Justinia is not an opponent that you can fight against in a blind rage, not unless you wanted to die quickly. No, you need to do as your father taught you, and use the rage to strengthen your body, and focus your mind into the keen blade of an executioner.
"I look forward to it," Justinia drawls. Her right hand is still behind her back, her left hand beckoning you forward.
You take that as an invitation, and rush back in.
