This is an excerpt from my unpublished manuscript 'Deathhawk's Betrayal'.
He was armed and she wasn’t. It didn’t matter. Attacking with hands and feet, she forced him backwards with a flurry of blows. Rage drove her onwards, wringing unexpected strength and speed from her. Danek backed into the sitting room. Lost in the whirlwind of fury and need for his blood, Astarl pushed after him.
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