Chapter Seven
Tabitha readied herself for the fight to come, aware that three against one wasn't the best odds for her. In this situation, even her magic wasn't an advantage. Quite the opposite. An open wound could just as easily be used against her as it was for her to use it to defend herself.
The magic swirled around her as the other three called on their own powers. It complicated things, that was for sure, but at least they were using their own blood and not trying to use hers. That was a start at least.
Christian rushed towards her, bringing his own purple sword down. She lifted hers just in time and turned it away from her. Purple smoke jumped off to the sides when the two blades met.
One of the others rushed at her from the left. She ducked and pulled her sword away, just movin
