Her eyes behold the sky. Or rather, they don't. Even the stars' light is blotted out and she is plunged into true shadow where only the light of her bonfire gives her anything to see. She smiles as she places the axe upon the strap on her back once again.

Her hand reaches to her hip to grip the hilt of her sword, instead.

"So you've already got an alliance, do you? Excellent, that saves time! If this is the true form of your invitation, I accept. Let's see which of us is stronger!"

The sword that she pulls from her scabbard is long and straight with an oversized grip, good for taking advantage of her unusual build and long, strong fingers. There is next to no crossguard, which she uses to grip it in both hands for maximum power. It is also a blade worthy of her boasting: plainly nothing less than a sword of kings. 

The blade is gold and swirling silver inscribed with runes down its entire length from hilt to tip. They tell a story and they promise victory and they promise a fight worthy of the end of times, but the greater promise is in the shine of the metals and the glint of the impossibly sharp edge. The weight of the weapon is massive such that her Master would struggle to even lift it, but in her hands it sings. She raises it in front of her and steps into a swing.

...And then her head turns. Her icy eye falls on her Master. The precisely cleaved remains of a single boulder crash to either side of her and snuff out their fire with a plume of dirt and dust. That's one. And death still rains from above.

"Shit." she says, and wisely so.

"Shit, shit, shit. You pain in the ass, you'd better appreciate this."

She drops the two-handed grip to hold her weapon with only her right hand; her left bends to scoop up Diaofei as she turns and runs. All around her, meteors continue to crash and roar. She has a curse for every one of them, but they do as good as the air she blows on them to stop anything. 

That's how it is. Luckily the one mark of all the greatest warriors in history was the ability and willingness to run away. She doesn't bother with the smooth strides of her hunt: now her overlong legs tense and burst off of the earth so that she rises into the air the way a shark breaches the water in pursuit of a seal. Forward she flies and up she rises. Left and now right and now left. She climbs a staircase of falling rocks, bouncing back and forth between them to push them into one another so she can ride the resulting to avalanche to something approaching safety. 

But still they fall. Something clips her in the shoulder. She rolls along the direction of the blow to shield Diaofei and slashes behind her as she turns, but what good does it do to slay a boulder? She can only grit her jagged teeth and run, her heavy braid dancing behind her in search of fresh starlight.