“Pick up your blade or I shall pull out you heart said Miunavia”
“I was trying to keep you from your death but, if you want to perish so be it!”
Max’s great sword instantly went from the ground into his hand and just as quickly went to the spot were, milliseconds previously Miunavia had been standing. Her katana was ready with a swift counterattack that Max had barely been able to block. He took his giant sword and laid its weight upon her blade. The world seemed to quake at the collision of metal and might. They pulled apart and began a new her blade on his, his blade on hers. She was as fast as he was strong and he was as strong as she was fast.
“Why did you do it?”
“I have done many things.”
“Why did you kill my father?!”
At that Minuavia reached into a rage she herself did not know she possessed. A rage that she did not know she had the capacity to possess. Her blade became as air. It was so quick that it could not be seen. It sliced threw air and then it touched flesh. It was a small wound but a wound all the same. Max decided to stop toying with the girl He then lifted his sword and cut her in twain.
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