Date: 2011-07-31 02:40 am (UTC)
Medrau smirked at that, eyes narrow. "I remember everything." She struck again. "It makes me stronger." And again. "Like breaking a finger to toughen the bone."
The next strike was a feint and slash, using all the speed granted by the glaive's enchantment. Into it she called Thunder again, projecting the spell through the blade.

And she staggered, going to her knees.
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