Skullsplitter barely sidestepped the blazing fireball as it flew past her and slammed into the ground a few yards away. Quickly closing with her opponent, the Drow Assasin gave Taraine a spinning kick to the head that sent the blonde flying to the ground, compounding the throbbing pain that was already in Taraine's head. "Come down here and help me, War Scribe!" screamed Skullsplitter with venom in her voice.
"Me?! Help you?! I think not, my dear!" corrected War Scribe mockingly. "Was it not Kinslayer who called me a pathetic weakling?! A loser?! And a useless fool?! And now all of a sudden you have a use for me?! I think not, Skullsplitter!"
Pondering the Dark Elf Assasin's request further, War Scribe said, "However, you should look on the bright side, my dear. I will not help you, but I will not HINDER you either! If you want to kill her, go ahead! If she wants to kill you, go ahead! It makes no difference to me, just as long as you two gals have a good fight and somebody dies in the end! You see death really adds drama to the story! The more tragic it is, the better it is! But by all means, don't let me stop you from blocking her as she drives those daggers through your chest!"
"Thanks, War Scribe, thanks a lot!" replied Skullsplitter turning around and grabbing Taraine's arms, keeping the blonde from burying her daggers in the Assasin's chest. Lowering the newcomer's daggers throw a sheer test of strength, the Drow Assasin headbutted Taraine forcing her back as she dropped her daggers on the ground.
"Ah, neutrality is a blessed thing!" mused the Dark Elf Chronicler half to herself, as she went back to scribbling in her book.
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