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Shiva took a breath and looked her daughter up and down, a small smirk on her face. She was anticipating a wonderful battle of course, but for a brief moment she was curious to see how sheâd grown in person over the years; images just didnât have the same impact.
She reached up and undid the harness holding a sheathed sword at her back. With a gentle reverence she placed the blade on the ground beside her, running her fingers over the worn leather; the weapon had been with her for several years, longer than her daughter had been in the world.
Her gaze flicked up and she elegantly rose to full height. Within seconds sheâd taken up a fighting stance and was charging towards Cassandra, her fingers extended as she made a few testing jabs at her daughters throat and stomach.
The lingering sluggishness of sleep fled her immediately. Sheâd seen her mother ready to move before she ever took that first step, and the initial few blows she threw, Cassandra weaved away from like water. Her defense had always been her strongest point. It had to be. There were nearly no situations in which she had the height or strength advantage - she could not go into fights that way. She had to maintain control, use her opponentâs momentum against them, but the tactic didnât hold against her mother. Not for either of them.
Rather than speak again, she only moved. Using the side of the manor for leverage, Cassandra let her feet catch the rough bricks and launched off of them, arcing her body in a way that let her flip over Shiva and make a grab for her neck on the way.Â
Since Bruce had been killed, nothing in her world seemed to fit the right way anymore. It felt like she was walking through a dream, foggy, a shade of reality. This felt natural. She fell into it so easily that it was almost painful to be reminded of what it felt like not to hold back.Â





















