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Astra turned to face the farmer when she heard the whizz of a weapon.
Instinctively she lurched backwards, just in time - for the deadly tip of
a long-knife nearly sliced her flesh! Astra did a backward somersault
trying to find anything that might serve her as a weapon. The farmer who
attacked her did a three-step leap, knife in one hand, a twitch-whip in
the other.
The darkness did not help Astra, neither did the fact that this farmer was coming at her like a hurricane. Astra stumbled on some stones and then used them for weapons - flinging them at the farmer. The farmer dodged them with great skill, jutting back and forth, weaving like a panther. Like a panther... thought Astra. This was no farmer! This cloaked figure fought like an Aqualarian! Though confused Astra threw more stones and then backed up, keeping away from the knife, but the whip was another matter. The assailant thwacked Astra numerous times on the arms and blood began to pour forth. Who was this person? Astra thought. A dragon-friend? trained in Aqualarian ways?!!? If only she had had a sword or spear, but Astra did not. She fought on, mostly in defensive posture for a full five minutes, but then it was over. The stranger cornered Astra against the rock walls next to the cavern that led back into the Northern Caves. Astra held no more stones, she was nude, weaponless, and exhausted. The stranger, cloaked and hooded, held two very fine weapons. Astra's throat was slit, death was instantaneous; the warm liquid of life spurt and flowed down the crumpling form of the maiden of Aqualaria. Then the stranger walked into an emerging sphere of warm light and disappeared.
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