"You died," Merlin said from the center of the ring. He looked unamused, his lips twisting into a thin line.
He shook his head.
From the beginning of the entire exchange, he hadn't moved an inch.
"Again."
Emily lay on her back for a long moment, staring up at the vaulted stone ceiling where small wisps of smoke drifted lazily toward the iron ventilation grates.
"Crap..." she thought silently.
Her ribs throbbed with a dull, aching heat, and her lungs burned for air. Her legs ached, her arms hurt and her vision was swimming.
Eventually, she moved.
"The seer vision..." she rasped, rolling onto her side and reaching blindly for her glasses.
Her fingers found the frame, and she carefully slipped them back over her ears.
They were still in one piece.
The blurry world around her snapped back into sharp focus.
"The seer vision showed me three different attacks."
"No, it showed you three different intentions," Merlin said dryly, walking slowly toward her.
