<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/ad/Whipsers_on_the_Night_Wind.jpg)</div><strong>Whispers on the Night Wind</strong><br/><br/>Whispers gave a soft smile and a slight shrug—still enough to put some sway in her bosom.  She had to be careful not to say anything that would give away knowledge of her gifts.<br/><br/>“Quick thinking and decisiveness,” she explained.  “Perhaps insanity is a better description.  While I was still running at them, I threw both of my hatchets at one soldier in the center.  It was a crazy gamble, but none of them could believe I'd be that stupid, and they were too surprised too protect each other, so the soldier's friend didn't parry the second ax.  It split his skull.<br/><br/>“One crazy stunt deserves another.  The hallway was about four paces high, so I leaped over their line to get behind them, then managed to retrieve my axes.  They'd pretty much started dissolving into chaos from there.  Once they lost the formation, they were soldiers like any other.  To take a spear-man with a hatchet, you hook the spear below the head, pull it out of line, and stroke wherever makes the most sense on him while he's vulnerable.  Short swords are better taken by striking at the wrist when they thrust.<br/><br/>“Take down a few, then run.  Because I was already over the line they were trying to hold, they had to give chase to protect their liege.  Whenever they reformed their line, I would run a few hundred paces and they'd loose their formation trying to catch up with me.”<br/><br/>It was all accurate, she just didn't explain the way golden light formed contrails behind her precise strikes and blue-white arcs of electricity shocked the foes she injured—much less how her prized hatchets had flown back to her hands while she was mid leap, diving over the line!  If not for that, she'd have had to draw her knife and grab a torch, and that would have been a rather harder battle.