Zellira winced as the obsidian blade hit the ground before her feet. She closed her eyes.<span style="font-style: italic">This was what i was afraid of...</span>she thought. Regrets rang through her mind as she raised her own sword, the silver handle gripped in one hand and pointed straight at Mekoa. "So be it." she said quietly. Her eyes snapped open and she lunged for Mekoa, her sword swinging towards Mekoa's chest.