Jumps across a banquet table

Grimalkin drew two long blades and, with consummate grace, leaped across the table, landing like a cat. She began to pad towards the armoured figure, a slow deadly stalking of her opponent. And it seemed to me that a smile played about the lips of the witch assassin. This was what she lived for. She would enjoy combat with this knight. She liked to test her skill against a worthy opponent, and I knew that she had found one who would push her to the limit. Grimalkin was not afraid to die. But if she failed and was killed, then we also would forfeit our lives.

B6 C15