Bituin swung the mace before the Raewebian could fully stand up, hitting him right in the face. Green blood splattered on the floor and on her robe. The odor was too strong that she gagged. She wondered how she was able to take it earlier when she was at closer range. But perhaps it was because she was bent on just defeating him.
Or something just changed, like the wind’s direction or something? She tried to analyze.
Bituin did not stop hitting the enemy with his own weapon she seized from him. But she then heard Shanice groan in pain. She sounded like in great agony by the way she moaned loudly. If Bituin wanted the other slave fighter to live, she thought she had to finish off her enemy to save the other woman.
“Shanice? Hang on!” she shouted in the midst of the blizzard. At the same
