[center][color=7ea7d8][h3]Aika Lennone[/h3][/color]
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After drawing his blade from the throat of the risen, Mihkail saw the defeated sorcerer slump a bit forward, still held mostly upright as it dissolved by something lower than his point of impact. If he looked down, he would see the small spellblade crouched beneath his lunge, her sparking sword driven trough the stomach of the sorcerer. A pale blue flash crashed around the corpse's body as she pulled her sword from their enemy, allowing it to finally crumble to dust.

[color=7ea7d8]"There was no way I was going to let you challenge it on your own, even if it was staggered."[/color] she explained, hoping her incredible speed supprised Mikhail.