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For a full e of vision but he used the cameras to incite the croith a ferocity of expression, which worked the warriors behind her into a fury of e

When he finally appeared, she worked hard to maintain her coht He was quite handsome and wore his black hair pulled back in the traditional warrior cadroen, which she took as a reflection of his forht, and also like Kerrick, his shoulders went on forever He wore a black leather battle kilt and black leather gladiator-like shin guards and sandals He had oiled his bare chest, which emphasized his enormous pecs and solid rippled abs As he walked, he carried his sword arrogantly balanced against his shoulder He kept his gaze pinned to her, his lips a grihtened her shoulders a little more and lifted a brow

His lips formed a perfect sneer

She took deep breaths as her heart set up a furious rhyth to battle this man-vampire-whatever?

She wondered if she could touch his hts She watched hio no farther He had shields, tough shields

He shifted his gaze away fro He lifted his hands into the air, his sword now balanced between He encouraged both cheers and boos as he walked The crowd roared Thorne’s warriors taunted hiainst her

When he had traveled from one end to the other he made his way back to the ht for her

Would he attack iin now, no prearound, her sword still angled doard in a passive position The entire arena fell silent She reached out with her senses She could hear the rate of Leto’s breathing and the firm, confident beats of his heart She could read his reactions and intentions one split second to the next This at least she had the power to do

Even as he came toward her, she kept her sword in place, the point pressed fir

As he closed to no more than two yards in front of her, she understood he was testing her courage as he looked down at her and aze He had blue eyes, sharp intense blue eyes One thing about the Warriors of the Blood, traitor or not, they tended to be prieous, Leto no less so

She never let her gaze waver froe her mettle but not to attack, not to hurt

She lowered her shoulders a fraction of an inch "Bring it, Warrior," she said softly

A faint saze He turned and brought his sword in a swift arc to within an inch of the base of her neck

The gasp that flew up froust of wind So fifty thousand people had expected her to die without once having lifted her sword

Again, whatever

For a longand applause erupted from a majority of the spectators, a wild sound that went on and on for at least a hout the entire ti, his hands steady as a rock

When at last the cheering died down, she said, "I’m ascendiate Wells" She could hear her voice amplified for the entire arena, a bizarre experience just in itself However, she didn’t let it deter her as she continued, "I believe you were above the Trough two nights ago May I at least have an introduction before we begin?"

He withdrew his sword frohtly confused "I could have killed you just now" His voice, bearing an exquisite resonance, also reverberated the length, height, and width of the

She shook her head "No That was not your intention"

"Then you read me well" He bowed to her "At least I face a worthy opponent But eneral in the Coiven the chance I will end your life"

"Understood," she returned

He narrowed his eyes

He turned away

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