Play with the cat

The heavy sound of one of Kralla's blades embedding itself into the side of a tree rebounded across the small clearing in front of the woodcutters wooden cottage.

"Tamryn must've done a real number on you lich." She snarled. "You're slow."

"Oh! Come now! One should always play with one's pets dear kitty."

The wood splintered heavily with a crack as she twisted the blade from the tree. She sprang at Marakel, brandishing both blades. He fell backwards and feinted to one side as one of them narrowly missed his arm.

"No magic yet?" She hissed, as she lunged again.