239 Dura 13/Limits 10

Then, he jumped into the air, bringing his crimson bastard sword up with both hands as he lifted it above his head and brought it down on Sigurrós’ outstretched arm.

The blade severed her hand at the wrist with a sickening schlik, cleanly cutting through the flesh and bone as she flew through the air.

Then, everything happened in an instant.

The fireball flew into the distance, connecting with a tree and exploding with a flash that rivalled the sun.

Her severed hand fell, the stump where it used to be glowing with a red light as the Scrantonum blade cut through it cleanly and quickly.

The fire that clothed her body dissipated, leaving the camp around them in darkness.
The white-clad warrior landed on his feet, his crimson blade splashed with Sigurrós’ blood.

Then, suddenly, she fell- crumpling to the ground as her face met the soft soil.

[...]

Then, he was on her, bringing his boot on top of her belly as he pinned her helplessly in place.

“By the grace of Jack Bright, our lord and savior,” he whispered. “I consign you, witch, to your rightful place.”

Then he raised his blade with both arms- and brought it down with force, tearing through her belly as the witch-sword cleaved through the middle of her torso with ease.

Then, he pulled it free, her blood going off in an arc as he tore the sword off her body.
Sigurrós’ head fell to the side as she struggled to breathe, her eyes staring off into the distance as she began to fall into the abyss.

She could hear her heart beat in her ears, impossibly loud against the fading light of the living world.

[...]

Sigurrós woke up on the cold stone bed an hour later, the stump of her right arm and the hole in her belly bandaged and treated with sanctified holy water.

[...]

“No… no. Don’t worry about that, Sigurrós. We have all the time in the world now.”

“Do we?” She asked, almost like a child.

“We do.” He replied, his voice soft and comforting.

She chuckled. “I’m…” She breathed in again. “I think this is goodbye, Jaelen.”

Jaelen's eyes went wide. "What?"

She closed her eyes, the words she said paining her as she spoke them.

“I… I think I’m dying.”

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The Siege Looms Heavy (Part Two)