233 232- The Brightest Burn

Chandea, Year of Severus, 21st, I.R., the 79th day of Spring, Oyue's Moon

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"You asked for this, sister." Oyue said as she summoned her spear out of thin air.

"Don't you think for a moment that I am the same younger sister you knew." Chandara gritted her teeth and lifted her shield. "Where is that other weapon? Why not use it?" She asked.

Oyue twirled the pale, blue spear acrobatically, taunting her sister through her athleticism. The spear's glow pulsated like as she waved it. The long aetherium-made spear looked like an ice sparkling under the tender light of the moon. It was beautiful, and very deadly.

She pointed the blade to her sister. "This shall suffice." Oyue rushed towards her sister and began her first attack.