A Tenebris raced towards her, and Jioni raced towards it.
Her first strike was forceful and fluid. She stopped the thoughts and strategy; instead, her moves went off instinct. Though sometimes the lance missed, she found it better than falling and kicking around in the dirt. There was no choreography, no graceful dance, just the natural instinct of not wanting to die. Away from the constraints of the book, she liberated herself from danger. Jioni jabbed, swung, punched, and with ease. And with this, she had got rid of several Tenebris.
“Uh, I guess that works too!” Tracey shouted.
