Tales of a Templar
Daebreh of Gonfalon Bay
The young Wood Elf roll dodged to the right, a ball of fire narrowly missing her shoulder, and came to a stop bracing herself on one arm, "Divines, help me." Her hand axes began to gleam with a golden aura. The tree behind her began to catch fire from receiving the fire blast.
The Flamed Atronach cursed and shot another fire blast at the small warrior.
Daebreh lunged underneath this attack, rolled a couple yards, and then lept forward. She slashed mid-jump leading with her left axe. The blade caught the daedra in the shoulder. She landed on her feet this time and turned quickly. Her distant blood heritage gave her a dexterity and balance unmatched by many she had grown up with on High Isle. She smiled in satisfaction at having landed the blow.
The Daedra wailed. She turned toward the young warrior in anger. The Divinely blessed edge of the axe left a deep gash in her unnatural skin.
Daebreh watched carefully. Her brown hair hung in front of her face, she tossed it back to get a better view, her smile was of pure enjoyment, "My other axe wants your throat, Daedra."
The fiery Daedra let loose a barrage of fire at the young elf. She screamed as vengeance fueled her attack.
Daebreh glided cross the ground with little effort, the fire blasts landing only a couple feet behind her foot falls. She found an outcropping of rock in front of her and ran straight up the side still closely followed by the fire balls. She uttered another prayer to the divines as she flipped over the top of the Daedra, planting her axe in the demon's scull. She ripped it out of the Daedric bone and landed on her feet. A fire blast landed against her steel clad chest, "Oof!" She fell back to the ground, unable to breath.
Her strike had been perfect. The Daedra screamed loud enough for the entire countryside to hear and then exploded in a blast of fire.
Daebreh raised herself up from the ground, a pain in her chest and slight burns on her neck stung. She gasped in her first breath of oxygen, "Divines!" She felt her body settle as the air continued to fill her lungs, "Cursed hore of Oblivion!" She gave herself a moment to recover and then pulled herself to her feet.
The Wood Elf made her way to where the Daedra had exploded and examined the burning grass blades on the ground, "I prefer bandits and bears." She walked over to the small cliff and walked easily in the diminutive entrance without having to duck. The templar was short, even for a Wood Elf. Daebreh uttered another spell for light and began her search of the cave. She found a glowing chest in the back. She reached forward, grabbed the lid of the chest, and easily opened it without any real effort.
The light blue eyes of the young lady widened in surprise, "Hello, by the beauty of Dibella, what is this?"
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