Lin Zhaoyue's breath ragged with her dagger appeared like a blur of red and white.
Each swing of hers tore through both armor and flesh alike, left and right and forward, she carved through the tide of soldiers with wild, desperate huge swings.
Blood sprayed in fans across her cloak despite her movements starting to slow.
Her muscles screamed at her to rest while her body trembled with every strike.
The ground beneath her was slick with the mud and blood and shattered weapons.
Still, she continued to move, her dagger blazing faintly within the barrier's glow.
A spear came from the left and she twisted and parried it at a hairs length.
Another strike came from behind which she ducked, spun, slit the throat of the striker.
Her eyes burned, her lungs drew fire but she was human without her qi.
Thwack!
Her body jerked forward, a wet sound breaking through the din.
She looked down in disbelief.
A spearhead jutted from her abdomen, its tip dark with blood.
