" Looking for something?" I asked, pointing my blade toward the piles of discarded books, scrolls, and papers.

Her eyes never left mine, nor did she make a move.

Interesting.

Her gaze narrowed. "Damn, you are durable. I really thought dropping three stories on you would buy me a little more time.”

I swiped my blade upward as she passed me. She took one step, then another, before stopping. I turned and flicked the blood from my blade as her arm fell to the floor with a thud. She hissed and grabbed where it had once been.

"That was a hundred dollar jacket, you asshole!" she spat, looking at her ruined clothes, unconcerned with the missing limb.

"Excuse me? "

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