White hot sparks plumed between his knuckles and Thralk suddenly knew what he'd encountered. Thralk screamed, his reaching fingers gripping the sword to push himself free- only to scream again as the charter marks flaired on the blade. Her arm and sword straightened like one limb to their full extent and the sword point ripped through Thralk's neck, and into eight inches of air beyond. Just as his slimy, corrupted fingers stretched forward, Sabriel opened her eyes and demonstrated the stop-thrust that had earned her second place in Fighting arts and, later, lost her the first.
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