"You would not live to appreciate my talent with a blade." Selene's hands, though small and delicate, were as deadly as a sword. She had fought and defeated Marcus with nothing but those two unassuming weapons.
Words had no place here. There were none that could convey what was etched in their eyes. With a congenial curtsy she smiled at her adversary. The balls of her feet grind against the floor as she takes several strong steps and leaps into the air. With each step from her foot water splashes around her feet leaving momentary imprints of her footwork before fading away quickly. Her soaked taffeta gown snaps and cracks like a flag in the wind as she flips her body in the air and lands on the ground before him.
There were no witty words, no moment of pause before she struck. Just as the cobra in the hot Indian sun she struck without warning. He was taller then she, so a small jump was made and her fist brought violently across his face. Her feet hit the ground with a splash, a slender leg emerging through the long slit slammed into his chest sending him careening into the wall behind him. There was a crunch of glass as his hulking body hit against the frame holding one of the displayed works of art.
Stepping back her body crouched, a long pale leg, bent at the knee, was still visible through the tattered tear. The once perfect coif hung around her face like a dark veil only allowing her murderous intent to shine through. At the corners of her lips a wicked smile emerged, making her sinful eyes sparkle.