“I’ll kill you!” shouted the Evil Mage before he cast a fireball.
Cydonia simply showed him a quick smirk. His attack was nothing compared to her might. Countless hours of training together with the Sisters Of The Seraphim Order polished her combat skills to the point where she brimmed with self-confidence, maybe more than she was even aware of. A reason for that overestimation might have been the previous two thieves who attacked her with simple daggers and subsequently got cut down by her in one strike.
Indeed, Cydonia was faster and more agile than a regular man. This fact allowed her to be a better dodger as well. The fireball simply flew past her without even so much as burning a single hair. Right then, she took advantage of the moment and dashed forward.
The mage initially believed he had her cornered or even defeated her with his spell, but the moment he realized the truth of his situation, it was already too late. The Seraphim’s sword slashed through the air and cut off his hand.
“AAARGH!” the mage screamed as he grabbed hold of his wound, trying to stop the blood.
“Through your death, justice shall be served!” declared Cydonia as she prepared herself for the next strike.
The man looked up at her, but he showed neither fear nor will to beg for her mercy. What he held in his gaze could only be described as a pure hatred for the woman.