Shadowheart had always known that gith were formidable warriors. She had experienced firsthand their brutality, after all. Yet, somehow it still surprised her.
Lae'zel was as fast as she was lethal. Dodging the imp's fireballs and claws, she charged straight towards them. The first was cut clean in two by her silver sword, the second seeing the same blade pierced through its head!
"Tsk'va!" Lae'zel cursed, her voice dripping with typical githyanki arrogance. "I've killed two while your weapon remains clean. Perhaps this partnership was... ill-advised."
The Shar cleric scowled. She would not let this beast insult her pride! Locking her eyes on the nearest imp, she attacked. Blocking a fireball with her shield, she wailed on him with her mace. It took a few swings, but eventually the devil lay dead on the ground. She was about to think up a witty retort when a bolt of flame hit her in the back! Yelling out in surprise, she fell onto the fleshy ground of the ship.
Rolling over, she saw the imp flying towards her, ready to strike. Unfortunately for the demon, Lae'zel was quicker. A flash of silver, and the imp's head was rolling on the ground. The warrior stood over Shadowheart as she sheathed her sword, contempt on her face.
"If you cannot handle these petty vermin," Lae'zel snarled. "Then how will you help me fight a ghaik!"
"I... I... uh..." Shadowheart was struggling to find her words. Once again, the gith had her heart aflutter. Usually, she was disgusted by these ugly creatures. But for whatever reason, the way this one loomed over her, it made her want to submit... to succumb to her authority...
"If you are useless in battle," Lae'zel continued. "Then maybe I can find a proper use for you..."
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