Alarming All Sides

"Argh!"

A cry of pain sounded and it could be seen upon the roof, the long sword within the Second Elder's hand had been sent flying with a well placed kick. The long sword sailed through the air and fell within the roaring flames below.

Having been kicked hard, his hand between his thumb and second finger was suddenly feeling numb and extremely sore, feeling as if the bones in his wrist had been broken by the kick. The pain spread through his arm and he was unable to lift it as it hung limply at his side, trembling slightly, his face pale as he stared at the red figure in front of him.

Against the bright glare from the raging fire below, the red figure looked even more dazzling to the eye, the jet black hair blown up by the night's wind, as if a pair of hands had gently lifted up her hair, to fan out behind her, flying against the night. The golden mask with its flamboyant mandara flowers in full bloom, making her seem all the more mysterious, unfathomable.