[Riful hissed as she ducked to avoid flying chunks of earth, and backed away from the barrage of magic, shielding her eyes after the first flare. Was she the only one still chipped here? Apparently so; how utterly inconvenient, this.
And then, darkness, and she remembers. All those arrogant, meaningless words, would he be able to make good on them? She doesn't believe it-- she won't-- and as she darts to the side, bringing up the tip of her sword to target that cursed hand, Riful tells herself that she is not afraid.]
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And then, darkness, and she remembers. All those arrogant, meaningless words, would he be able to make good on them? She doesn't believe it-- she won't-- and as she darts to the side, bringing up the tip of her sword to target that cursed hand, Riful tells herself that she is not afraid.]