This wasn't the worst fight Kaelira had ever been in.
In her second year of training, she fought four people against one in a siege exercise and came out with nothing worse than a burned sleeve. At seventeen, she fought a frost troll with only her base fire output and the kind of stubbornness that her teachers had said was a bad thing until it saved her life and they stopped talking about it.
She had never fought anything that didn't fight back, like a real living thing.
"If all you want is a fight... then come on!"
The three maids came at her at the same time from different directions. The first thing Kaelira noticed was that they were moving too quickly.
They weren't moving like trained fighters who were making smart decisions about how to move. Instead, they were moving like bodies that weren't making the same cost-benefit calculations that living bodies did.
