| rdfs:comment | - Cara stepped over the guard's corpse. His face was badly burnt, his head cracked open. Either he'd been smacked over the head with a torch or there was magic at work. There were corpses everywhere, someone had taken the Dark Wizard's stronghold. Recently. They had stolen Riley from her, after he had lost so much. She needed him back. But someone had been here before her, someone had killed the guards. If the wizard's were dead too, Cara might never see him again. "First, why did you throw a dagger at me? Second, your name? And thirdly-no, no that covers it" "Riley? Never heard of him" She nodded.
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| abstract | - Cara stepped over the guard's corpse. His face was badly burnt, his head cracked open. Either he'd been smacked over the head with a torch or there was magic at work. There were corpses everywhere, someone had taken the Dark Wizard's stronghold. Recently. They had stolen Riley from her, after he had lost so much. She needed him back. But someone had been here before her, someone had killed the guards. If the wizard's were dead too, Cara might never see him again. Her hand moved for the knob of the door, but her fingers slipped through the metal, making small ripples like the surface of water. A magic door, strong enough to deter any amount of force. But Cara was immune to magic. She poked it again, and when nothing jumped out at her, she stepped through it, into the darkness. The dark room was filled with unconscious guards, on, through and under papyrus-lined tables. One had crashed through a book case. Another was on fire, yet another's head had been smashed through a wall. A chair had been placed on a table, and a man she could barely make out in the lack of lightsat atop it. Cara flung her dagger at him. Is sythed through the air. The man raised his hand, the dagger froze inches from his face, and stayed there, spinning slowly in mid-air. He didn't seem worried, or even caring. He just looked.....philisophical. Maybe even slightly bemused. "First, why did you throw a dagger at me? Second, your name? And thirdly-no, no that covers it" "Where is he?" Cara demanded. "Where is Riley?" "Riley? Never heard of him" Cara ran at him. The dagger dropped to the floor, the man rolled backward over the chair, off the table and onto the floor. The wooden chair toppled, the man splayed his hand. The chair shot forward, striking Cara and knocking her off her feet. Cara rolled back, snatching up her dagger. She went to leap over the table, but with a flick of the man's wrist it shot up into her, sending her spiraling into the ground with a smack. Cara got up, slowly, thinking up options. He was a wizard, so he could only hurt her with the objects in the room. If she was quick, if she could avoid them, she could win. The table flew at her, she swung her weight back to avoid it. It spun round to catch her in the back, but she rolled to the left, out of range. The Slayer ran at the wizard, charging quickly. She leaped to the air, and aimed a kick at his tall frame. He vanished before the blow landed and Cara stumbled a little as she fell, a boot catching her in the back. She spun around with a viscous kick that he ducked under. She swung a powerful fist that caught him in the head, and he went down. He muttered some words, and vanished into thin air before Cara's fist hit him. He reappeared beside her, and swung his elbow into the side of her head, but she grabbed the arm and snapped her knee into his stomach. Pain overcame him as he buckled, and she lifted him up high into the air, before letting him drop. He vanished before he hit the floor. Cara looked around for him, and spied him across the room. He was crumpled up against a wall, breathing heavily. "You're a slayer" he said. "I...I can sense it. My magic......much of it won't work on you....Damn....Why? Why are you attacking me? You...You are with them? With the dark?" Cara shook her head. "I'm not. And, I can tell by how you fight, you'r not either. It's just, you were in chair, and were looking really malelovont..." "Are you telling me you tossed a dagger at me because I looked evil?" She nodded. "And you thought you could tell I was evil by how I looked sitting in the pitch black?" "So the trail of corpses? They're not yours?" "Oh they are. But they were evil" "How could you tell?" "They were skulking around the Dark Wizard's fortress" "Which makes them automatically evil" "Yeah! What non-evil person hangs out at the-oh, oh right. I, I guess you'r forgiven" They laughed. The both of them relaxed, all violence had left their minds.
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