Lydia was forced to use her destructive power two more times while Shenyo was forcing the unseen enemy into view. When she had screamed for him to run, she had meant away, but as she was learning about this lover and companion of hers, he only ran toward the fight, not from it. Using her power usually drained her, but she felt alive and powerful. As he was rooting out the last of the enemies, she pushed her way into the remains of a blacksmith’s shop.<br/><br/>On the anvil lay two broadswords with beautifully crafted silver hands. They had both been carved with dragons. One held an emerald for an eye and the other a ruby. She touched their broad, double edged blades with reverence. On the workbench close by ,rested leather scabbards. Lydia frowned. Then she realized in order to wear these, they strapped diagonally across the body with the hilt riding near the head. Strapping one on herself, she carried the other one to Shenyo.<br/><br/>He was resting on the ground, the cape flung around him. A trickle of blood had stained the cloth but his quick healing response had long since sealed the wound . His head was down as if he were praying or just exhausted. Lydia lay the sword at his feet.<br/><br/>“I found these.” She said simply. “I took the one with the ruby. The emerald reminded me of you. As soon as we can, I plan to imbue these weapons with magical properties. They will come in handy if our magic runs low. Of course, we have the power to rectify that when we have the opportunities to join our bodies.”<br/><br/>A grin crossed her face and her stance was cocky as if this fighting they had done had awoken some glee in her.<br/><br/>“I have never used my power for battle before and I find it exciting.” She said, staring down at the top of Shenyo’s head, watching his ears swivel around, ever vigilant. “Do you think it is safe to go? If not, I would enjoy blowing something up with my power. There is something satisfying about shooting fire from the palms of my hands."<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>