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Stela (ii)
Whirl of blades slice through the air accompanied by grunts. Clash of steel on steel and the sparks there of. One final stroke and a hamstring is cut. In a last ditch effort a hand is raised, glowing softly, and a bolt of light flashes towards the opponent. An unfortunate miss as the bolt sails past and hits a cliff wall. Seared into the stone is a concentric circle with satellite circles and connecting lines. The symbol glows molten red. Seconds later a blade pierces flesh.
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The sun peeks over the horizon in the morning hours, sunlight reflecting off the still wet concrete from last nights rain. The streets are almost empty except for a few stragglers, comers and goers. Just around the corner, down a back alley there is a brilliant flash of light. In the dirty bricks of a building is a symbol, a concentric circle with satellite circles and connecting lines. The symbol glows molten red.
A thin ribbon of light appears in the alley. More than razor thin, so thin like the area between night and day, reality and dreams, time and space. A woman emerges from the light. She has brown hair tied up at the back and held in place by a miniature golden sword. She has attractive features, slim build, average height and pretty brown eyes. She sports breeches and a high collared coat with silver concentric circles on the collar and cuffs, and knee-high leather boots. A sword is strapped to her back.
The air blurs momentarily and her attire changes to a white T-shirt, blue jeans and running shoes. There is no sign of the sword as she exits the alley and makes her way down the street. The only thing out of the ordinary is the golden sword in her hair that has a faint glow to it.
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The sun peeks over the horizon in the morning hours, sunlight reflecting off the still wet concrete from last nights rain. The streets are almost empty except for a few stragglers, comers and goers. Just around the corner, down a back alley there is a brilliant flash of light. In the dirty bricks of a building is a symbol, a concentric circle with satellite circles and connecting lines. The symbol glows molten red.
A thin ribbon of light appears in the alley. More than razor thin, so thin like the area between night and day, reality and dreams, time and space. A woman emerges from the light. She has brown hair tied up at the back and held in place by a miniature golden sword. She has attractive features, slim build, average height and pretty brown eyes. She sports breeches and a high collared coat with silver concentric circles on the collar and cuffs, and knee-high leather boots. A sword is strapped to her back.
The air blurs momentarily and her attire changes to a white T-shirt, blue jeans and running shoes. There is no sign of the sword as she exits the alley and makes her way down the street. The only thing out of the ordinary is the golden sword in her hair that has a faint glow to it.
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