[Athilea Majiri]

She gasped as he began twirling the sword so close that he very nearly took her hand off. The woman rolled back and glared at him, muttering more words under her breath as more roots began to spring up from the ground towards him. Cithien tilted her head in a predatory fashion and she clutched the dagger until her knuckles were almost white.

"You will find that my people do not give up so easy, James." A small smirk played on her lips and she waited for an opportunity to lung for him again. When one presented itself she did just that, aiming to bury the dagger in his side. It did not end so well for her though.

His movements were quick enough that, though her dagger was aimed true, his blade buried itself in her side. She howled out in pain and rage, but did not stop trying to get that final strike in. She may die, but she would do everything in her power to bring him down with her.