"'Kill the Enemy' and 'Protect the Master,'" Lilith said through her teeth, and a grimace pulled at the corner of her mouth. "So crude yet so efficient. That's exactly the kind of thing you would come up with."
Scar's expression didn't shift behind the mask.
"I told you to stay away."
The daggers came up. Scar's stance was low and balanced, the same fighting posture Lilith had watched her use in a thousand encounters, and the familiarity of it was a knife in the chest.
"I told you what would happen if you pursued this." Scar's voice was flat and cold. "So now I will harvest your soul and present it to my Master."
Lilith raised her sword.
"And I will defeat your master."
They crashed together.
