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Thrask’s attacks were relentless and Poet could only dodge and tumble out of the way. Each swing from the large battle axe brought the hiss of electricity. Meanwhile, Poet’s counter attacks were met with resistance from the sphere of protection that flashed yellow with each strike. “Is this the best you got?!” yell Thrask slamming is axe down just as Poet back flipped away.

At this rate the assassin knew she would tire before Thrask. But what could she do against such protective wards? It was then that Poet remembered what Azrael has said to her during a training exercise. “the strongest defense can always be taken down by the smallest chink.”

The wisdom proved true. Here she was hacking and slashing every where she could, instead of one spot. Renewed with confidence Poet would strike the same place, the middle of his chest. With the Thrask’s wild swings it wasn’t difficult. With enough strikes in the same location, Poet began to see the sphere begin to crack.

(Music: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pR2gl3sKXhU )