Conner's blow landed with ridiculous ease. Thanks to his surprise attack, Elissa had no opportunity to dance away from his tomahawk. Her furious scream echoed the earlier cry of the eagle when the tomahawk cleaved through her studded dragon leather as well as her shoulder, ruining the joint and breaking bones. The Warden's hunting knife dropped from the now unresponsive fingers of her left hand to the soapy deck at her feet.

Elissa's left arm hung uselessly at her side as blood slowly stained her shoulder a slick, dark red that was nearly black.

However, she still held her dagger securely in her right hand and its sharpened edge was whipped toward Connor in a frenzied attempt at retaliation. Thanks to her madness, she seemed to be ignoring the pain or adding it to her rage.