She looked at the short creature as the guard spoke, it appeared to be on edge, along with being dangerous. She felt a new sort of thrill, one that would change her entire outlook on killing. She had no time to react, the goblin already upon her, inflicting several wounds. It was relentless, not giving her time to recover, each strike from the spear piercing her flesh. She screamed with pain from each strike, until she finally managed to kick the creature away long enough for her to grab hold of Death's Requiem again. Moving as fast as her wounded body would allow her, she stood, ignoring most of the pain. She had never fought such a worthy advesary before, it was unlike fighting a human, were all Fae like this? She swung at the goblin, missing it completely, feeling another wound open. She felt several more stabs before finally dropping the sword, no longer having the strength to continue fighting, though the goblin had no intention of stopping. Just as she thought she was going to die, several figures appeared around her, quickly subduing the goblin. It was the last thing she saw before falling unconscious. While she was out, she had strange dreams, twisted dreams. In one of them was the goblin, though it seemed larger, while she was smaller. The goblin chased her through the Winter Court, eventually arriving at the arena, where the fight replayed in her mind. This time though, there was no one to save her, there was no way for her to survive this encounter. The goblin picked her up and began to tear her apart, devouring her piece by piece, showing exactly how violent it really was. The dream ended, her eyes opening slowly, "And I thought I knew what killing was about." she said to herself. The experience, though horrific in itself, helped her to understand that the Fae were in a completely different league of their own. She would need to change her typical style, she would need to learn how to deal with Fae, how to kill them.