The Prophecy

The woman laughed as she dashed through the woods, behind her the young students, all of them trying to capture their dashing teacher. Stopping for a moment she looked back to see one young elf closing fast, his agile feet moving over carefully lain snares, his eyes fixed firmly on her. She winked at him as she quickly grabbed hold of a nearby loose vine, wrapping it firmly around her hand she jumped off. Landing like a cat on her feet on the other side of the ravine. She winked once more and ran on.

With her body sheening in sweat Lorina looked more the view of a ranger on her way to some adventure then a simple soldier training the young-lings of the tribe the ways of war. On her hip a wicked saber rested, it's grip inlaid with gold and lines of mercury in the form of a long dead dragon. "Tiber", she said softly as she rubbed it's grip, it felt good to have the weapon on her hip again.

She reacted within an instant as she heard something besides her, a snapping of a branch the youthful elf that had chased her long and hard jumping down now. In his left hand a long blade, his right holding a short blade. He landed fighting, Tiber's wicked edge swinging against his own. His hair was tied in a straight braid and it whipped as he battled his teacher. Lorina's eyes a lake of quicksilver as she dodged and weaved, finally finding a hole in his, she had to admit, impressive defensive maneuvers.

Stepping in she smashed her shoulder against his chest, making a quick motion to press Tiber to his throat, her other hand holding his hair. "You are good Kirill. But you are not good enough..", the elf gritted his teeth, the fire in his brown eyes burning as he bit back what he truly wanted to say, "..Thank you for yet another lesson teacher", Lorina nodded and stepped away, sheathing Tiber on the leather pouch it belonged to.

"You are welcome my student", she said before turning around, Lorina's eyes went shut with a burst of explosive pain on her skull, "That's what you get for keeping me down you bitch", she heard Kirill snarl as he smashed his blade against her skull once more. She dropped onto the ground, her blond hairs now coated in blood. It dripping onto the glade as Kirill stepped away.