86 4.26 SANGUINE LOVE: Condolence

Hania's body is as tense as stone. In her desperation her eyes flit around, darting to the dense shrubs behind Cassander, hidden by the shroud of night.

This seems to inform her decision as she quickly leaps backward and kicks up dust. It's useless against the mageknight, who commands the winds with as much ease as breathing. The dirt is blown away before it can even touch the edge of Cassander's cloak. Mercilessly, he cases after the girl.

Hania, though startled, does not balk so easily. She places her index and thumb between her teeth. A sharp whistle sounds and Cassander can hear the ground rumble with footsteps. What sounds like a small band of people are rushing towards him, from roughly five paces away. 

He does not mind them. With a quick flick of his wrist, Cassander rushes forth, catching Hania's in the shoulder with the tip of his blade. A frightened yelp escapes her as she tries to twist away but Cassander's silver blade already has her impaled.