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Panting, Strega turned to look at Ona, who was now standing on the hilt of her massive sword. She took a few steps forward, not taking her eyes off the other girl.
"If you're so strong, why are you all the way up there where I can't even reach you?" she scoffed. "Get back down here and kill me if you're so great. You just seem like a coward to me." Her right shoulder was bleeding slightly from Ona's attack, but tried not to let it bother her. The girl had to be pretty strong if one attack that almost missed took away a third of her HP... But if she could keep dodging and swinging her twin blades, she still had a chance. Even though Strega was worried of loosing, she tried not to let it show.
She snorted. "All right. If you insist." Her hand slipped into her pocket, removing a small bottle. She then drank it. It was one of two of her potions, and the contents brought her hit points back up to the brink. She grabbed ahold of the blade, and as she jumped, ripped it from the tree trunk. She landed with one knee bent on the ground, holding the blade horizontally to the ground. She had a smirk; an almost demonic looking smirk; on her face.
"I'll cut you down where you stand. How does that sound for you?"
Ona was excited now; this fight was definately more enjoying than the ones she had been experiencing the past few days. Her hands were almost trembling as she held onto the controller, temporarilly bringing a hand up from the controller to stifle a badly timed cough.
With that, Ona bolted towards Strega, gripping the sword with both hands now. With an near yell, she swung the blade towards the character's pixelated stomach.
