<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">Castelis made as little movement as possible, narrowly dodging each attack. This had been what she wanted, to trigger his rage. People made mistakes when they were angry, left themselves wide openings when they were blinded by anger, and tired themselves out far too quickly. He had impressive stamina, but she could wear him down, so long as she could avoid his blows, something she’d been fairly good at while sparing. Seeing an opening, she took it, going low again and slashing at his calf with her knives. The venom on them was chosen to cause excruciating pain, she’d never desired to use it on someone she called friend, but Illian was not the first friend she’d be forced to kill.</span>