Jackal's jagged tail arced over his shoulder lashing down towards Freya. Yet, she did not falter. Through closed eyes, she saw a light, a faint line. All things had a light, and every action formed by will made a line.

Freya's feet shuffled, and she avoided that line. Jackal's tail scraped into the deck, just barely missing Freya. Her charged carried her by Jackal, and her sword flashed low, a dark aura about it, drawing across Jackal's leg, splashing the deck in a gout of red.

Fanning her blade out as she stood near the edge of the bow, Freya wouldn't mind if this was cut short. [color=green]"Things aren't looking good for you and your mates, dragon kid."[/color] Freya taunted.

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