““Oh god of Duels, sanction this combat, that both sides may be immune to death for its duration. Ekklen.”
“As she ducked beneath it, Yaska noted that he did not over swing his blade. This man was skilled. She took his upper leg in her hand and pulled it upward. Geoffrey did not lose his balance and took the chance to cut downward, a weak but hopefully useful blow.
His sword did not even scratch her flesh. Yaska looked up at him and smiled, the dark draining from her deep red eyes. They were now two bright red orbs encased in white sclera, vertical slit pupils staring at him. Yaska grappled his leg and attempted to pull his entire body up by it, but he was much heavier then she anticipated. He did, however, lose his footing, and he fell back. Lying on his back, Yaska moved to his side, keeping him pinned with her grip on his shin.”
“Yaska’s immense physical power made climbing very easy for her. Jin was also adept, having learned it from her cousin Ukog. It took only two sixths to reach the summit. To the south, Yaska could see the Winter Spire. She did not like the cold.”
“I wonder if she ever figured out adrenaline control. Apparently it has good synergy with lazor eyes, which Janna is, appearently, a fan of. Man, she’s hot. I wonder if “tall blondes” are a thing. Maybe she’s more appealing than “youthful exotic chicks.” I mean, I’ve always used my dark skin and outspoken attitude to my advantage, but she, she could just walk in a room and wait!” (Jin)
“Yaska shook her head and focused on the fight. If Geoffery looked like he was going to lose, or rather, get killed, Yaska would have to step in. Janna previous occupation left her relentless, almost heartless, and the length of the fight so far seemed to be grating on her.”