"You are fearsome indeed, spirit. But you know that as you can cut us, we can destroy you. Utterly and for eternity. And as fierce as you may be, I do not believe you can kill us all before you fall. So perhaps we shall take our chances."
"You may be right," Bodicea agreed, standing up to her full height, brazen in her nudity, body painted with sigils and the markings of her tribe. She sneered as she moved her foot from the chest to the throat of the handmaiden she had felled. The Faerie began to struggle, gasping, bits of magickal energy seeped from her eyes and her fingers but she could not focus enough to cast a spell.
"But I can kill her," the ghost queen said, driving her foot down harder so that the Faerie under her weight began to weep. She pushed the point of her spear toward the wounded one. "And you, certainly."
With the tip of her spear she swept the clearing to indicate the rest of them. "I am a warrior born, my ladies. Aside from your two sisters I shall certainly take the lives of one or two more of you. Those who destroy me will not do so easily and by that time, your Princess will be through with her business and most of you will have died for nothing.
