Told you the next one would also be short. Also I hate saying it but I am grateful for the people who leave a comment about anything but writing tips for my story are especially appreciated.
Drew scarcely paid any attention to the man who had just shot her, sure, she knew it served a purpose, and she knew that he was well accustomed to this sort of thing, but still, not cool.
On the other hand, Drew felt more lively now than ever; even the arrow lodged in her leg didn't seem to hinder her.
Unaware, or not caring about the other people in the room, Drew's entire focus was on the assembly of guards in front of her. Only stopping to pick up a blade discarded on the stone floor near her, Drew confidently advanced with a slight acceleration until she was full-on sprinting.
Divicatus, who up until this point had been paying attention to the man with a bow, was the first to go down, Drew flung the sword which embedded itself into Divicatus's throat killing him before he hit the ground.
Drew continued, seizing the sword out of the dead body's hand as she leveled the blade, preparing herself for the anticipated counter.
While the crowd of guards recovered from the shock of the death of their commander, several at the rear discharged off volleys of arrows to encompass Drew in a furry of jagged missiles.
For Drew, time seemed to stall all around her, and the red mist returned, thickened, slowing the movement of everyone and everything around her. Drew swung her sword in an arc, slicing the arrows from their flight before she stepped forward to continue her assault sequentially, stabbing three guards before stepping back to allow the three bodies to collapse.
Eventually, fire from Drew's back appeared, arrows finding their mark of additional guards dropping most of their targets. Drew shifted her stance, noticing the archer behind her was also still engaged in the fight.
Drew turned around just in time to duck a blow emanating from a two-handed sword from her right before she maneuvered her way behind the man and jammed the hilt of her sword into the back of the man's humorous forcing him to let go of his sword as Drew snatched it away from him. Using the forward momentum, Drew performed a half pirouette, slashing at both the man before her and the one to her side, silently slipping between the spearheads and sword blades positioned toward her.
The ensuring engagement resembled a very elaborate, extremely lethal dance from within the veil of mist and a blur of movement from the outside. The twin blades moved at a pace that the archer struggled to keep up with Drew, for every one guard that fell with a projectile protruding from him, three more were cut down by Drews's swords.
As Drew continued to weave in between the weapons of the guards, the red mist surrounding her increased in both volume and intensity as the blood from the freshly felled corpses drained out and fed the magic encompassing her giving her a growing sense of euphoria.
Drew remained locked in her dance of death for a while, acquiring enough power from the felled enemies that she was able to think, trusting her muscles to retain her offense.
Drew had to admit, she was rusty. The powers she had been refining the past four years were all the core attributes of her Greek identity, she thought to herself; tragic romance, fashion, gossip, and manipulation. Focusing on these left her no time to let her train her other side, given that her other heritage hadn't revealed itself at Camp Half-blood, she had another reason to hide it.
However, now seemed like as good a time to call upon her combat powers as any, most of the observers were unconscious, and the only one aiding her was one of her old commanders before her time at Camp Half-Blood.
As the last of the guards were defeated, Drew's senses returned to normal, or she assumed as the only sound present in the room was the crackling of the two lit torches.
Drew looked around her surroundings, corpses everywhere, but the one in charge, Viriathus was it, was nowhere among them. The next two sensations she felt occurred almost simultaneously, a sharp pain originating from the arrow wound on her leg, and the dull throbbing as she felt her body collapse to the floor.
