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That explained it.

The Knight-Witch’s vassal, to see in life what the witch saw in dreams. A dragonslayer, like Tyaethe, one who possessed a phantom limb with which to draw a treasured sword. One who’s swings matched that of the Demonbreaker’s, capable of sundering distant objects with the mere speed of one’s draw. And movements, like that of a vampire.

It was impressive. Yet it was nothing new. Damian’s trick with his hand, Erich’s strength in his arm. A foreign sword, but not alien techniques, the crux of its uniqueness founded in the lack of magic present.

But would she have accomplished this if she had lost her arm before she had attained this level of intimacy? Would she become a one-armed swordswoman if that sword of hers was cast out of her spectral grip by strength or spell? And would any of the knights present care so much for a [i]skill[/i] that was only valuable after they became an amputee? It was solace, perhaps, to some. That they could continue to fight as they did, with but spectral facsimiles of their bodies.

That they could become whole, even in pieces.

[b]“Well, Fanilly.”[/b] Sparring like this was more to the benefit of those involved, rather than those spectating. [b]“Do you wish to change your arms before we begin?”[/b]