"War WHO?! Chronicler of the WHAT?" Zak threw herself back and deflected the dagger slash with her wrist, and it glanced off the enchanted metal band with a resounding CLANG! In her book she found an antique dagger she'd drawn at one point (ancient Argellian ceremonial dagger, dated 320) and whipped it out.Smoke issued out from Rose's palms and she prepared to either hurl it or shape it into solidity. "Zakiyah?" Rose asked, wanting to know if she should become involved.
"My book, please," Zak said, tossing it her direction. Rose would keep it safe- woe to anyone who tried attacking HER. Whether or not Zak's body was hurt wasn't important, it was the book that mattered most to her. The tiny speck of logic remaining to her said that if the Drow woman killed her NOW, at least she'd have accomplished her mission and would hopefully leave her alone later. It'd be an annoying way to spend an eternity, being hunted by a psychotic Lorekeeper-wannabe. Reconciling oneself to being carved to ribbons in the name of logic is hard, though...
"I do not fear you, nor do I fear Death," she growled at the woman, holding up her dagger. "We shall meet her together if you persist in this! Will you at least tell me WHY?" She tried to remember anything she'd learned regarding dagger-defense, but she'd skipped those lessons in favor of dance lessons, she now remembered...oops! Of course, if this woman was a scribe, perhaps she was just as unprepared for a fight.
"Do you seek MY position, then....? Have it, if Validor finds you worthy!" she challenged the woman as they both circled each other, feinting and dodging. Then came the moment they lunged simultaneously.
The mirrored images having struck together, they both suffered identical wounds. They'd both struck home and were locked face to face in a somewhat startled embrace. Zak groaned some curse in her language regarding Scribe's parentage. Scribe said something very similar in Drowish when she found she was suddenly too weak to remove the dagger she'd lodged firmly in Zak's breast. She contented herself with beating Zak about the head while Zak, wearily resigned to the inevitable, succumbed to darkness.
"TWICE IN ONE DAY?" Death was looking really irritable, eyes flashing with ire. "Oh, gods, no-- TWO of you now?"
