The King Of Spades

Leaves throughout the garden's bush walls shook. Petals of white roses fell into the winds. Red roses sharpened as blades. The breeze brushed around Vanessa. There was an ominous aura about her that conveyed her confidence.

Her own body was not of her worries. Vanessa held her ground and gripped Magenta to the extent that blisters on her palms pressed open.

A man wielding a spear thrusted towards her. His blade was deflected to a foot away from her head. Its sparks caught his eye. The impact froze any further movement. Vanessa was already a step in, slicing his arm into the air.

Given her open position, a man sliced his sword at her head. Before his swing could gain momentum, she had ducked under its path and ripped her blade across his stomach. A surge of power struck his nerves to flinch forward. A taste of iron rose from his throat to spew blood on this dreadful wretch.