To the Palace - Return my husband, Harlot! VI

The Empress and Concubine finally clashed, in the open, flames and smokey clouds billowing around them, supported by hundreds of knights.

"Harlot, I am taking back my husband and empire!" The empress bellowed, holding a golden spear, with her family's red banner wrapped around the pole.

Ar'Sarina's frame vibrated, emitting a beautiful silver aura. Her hair fluttered in the intense winds surrounding her, that Runan created.

"Oh please, you're nothing more than a jealous hag." 

Elvish combat style was one of balance and concentration, for their emotions controlled the energy flowing within them. A simple distraction could prove fatal.

This was especially true for an emotional elf such as Sarina. The blonde empress surged forward, eyes narrowing on her nemesis, only to be parried aside.

Er'Gladia used her bladed whip with a snap, tearing the flesh from Sarina's cheek.

 "You never made him happy, that's why he lay beneath me each night."