Visla kept her left arm close to her side. If she moved it too much, it felt like her hand would break off and leave her body behind. But her right arm was still fine, and the sword she had chosen was light. One hand was more than enough to swing it around like it was a stick.
She might be small for a member of the Maura tribe, but her size was no indication of her strength.
Her sword turned into a shard of flashing light as she deflected the Ninth Child's fire shots, fire balls, and arrows of fire. He tried to get through her defenses and treasures to turn her into a piece of charcoal.
After Visla sacrificed her wrist to stab him in the thigh without blinking, the Ninth Child realized he had to be a little cautious. Visla wouldn't hesitate to kill him even if it killed her.
