While the strange and incredible sights of the battle were hard to ignore, something else had caught his attention. Even with the bright, deadly flames and the giant things walking calmly toward him, his vision was pulled to a woman; a blonde woman. His eyes were not as good as they were when he was younger, but Tannis could see well enough. This was the woman who had stabbed him back in Brinn. He could not understand why this woman was fighting alongside the Medorans, but it didn't matter. He cracked his neck and brought Rhodiir to a run.
Everything moved in slow motion. No sound reached his ears as he focused on his target. She was busy defending herself and totally unaware of him as he sped towards her with his sword drawn. There was no way that he could miss her. His sword was raised high above him, his muscles already burning with the strain of the mighty swing. The whole scene moved painfully slow, looking more like a still painting than a battle. He could count the thundering hoof beats booming in rhythm with his own heart. His sword whistled through the air, and she was still totally oblivious. In another instant her body would fall to the ground, followed by her head.
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