8 Sentences from: Loyalties
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When the flickering ceased, the woman lowered her left shoulder, luring Vane closer in anticipation of her next move. Instead of the expected, she dropped her sword and strode forward, inside his guard, and slammed a fist into his square jaw with a crack even Clovis heard. Her last opponent collapsed like a felled tree.
Bystanders groaned and muttered.
The woman bent to retrieve her weapon, and a star-shaped pendant on a silver-blue chain swung free of her tunic, sparkling and flickering in the fading rays of the setting sun. Recognizing the source of the light he had seen during the fight, Clovis’ gaze flew to her face. He stepped forward, the familiar scent of lilacs, Dryn’s tell-tale, wafting past him. “Dryn, you old battleaxe, it is you! How the blazes are you?”
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