An Elf's Tale, Part 13

Something… happened.

It was as if… the state of reality had disconnected from her perception of it all. 

One moment she was spinning, swinging, igniting blinding sparks as she clashed blades, feeling within a surging torrent of strength that crumbled any obstacle that dared stand before her.

And then the next… the silver-elf was gaining, dominating - she felt her might deflected, her thundering blows forced back. She couldn't even recall when precisely she had been disarmed of her sword, or when she was sent crashing headfirst into the snow.

But it happened, and it happened fast… too fast too even tell.

Confused blinking found her suddenly immobile, plunged in a void of darkness, wracked with a sensation, an agony that even stole her of her voice.