<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">It wasn’t her friend anymore that stood before her, but a wild animal, gleeful with the scent of blood in the air, even if it was his own. This was no assassination, but a mercy killing. She would speak well of him at his funeral, just as he would have at hers. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4d4d">“You’ve gone mad, Illian.” </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">she said, sorrow tinging her voice. She came in fast, for another three attacks, all skewed to the left, with the intent to provoke him into leaving her an opening on the right, flipping the blade in her left hand between attacks to further throw him off balance.</span>