Luan Fields - The Battle of the Eagles
It felt good. The blade meeting the meaty hull of the eagle's neck was so supremely satisfying that Sable was silently surprised that a huge grin did not break out onto her face. Then she realized, underneath the helmet of her armor, a small smirk had indeed managed to escape. The violet hue of the Sabre Edge cut a straight line cleanly down the side of the monster's neck even though it fought through and rose into the sky anyway. Instinctively, Sable danced back a few feet and immediately retook her fighting stance. Everything was flowing perfectly. Her body was in tune with her mind and actions came through effortlessly. All that time spent training and practicing in front of mirrors was paying off at the moment. One of the detriments of solo training was that there was not an adequate representation of the fury of your opponent's retaliation however. It was not long before Sable caught a firsthand taste of this experience.
As the beast rose, Sable could feel her heart begin to jump. She could feel
something coming. Her blood began to pump faster and her muscles tensed. Her head began to throb as well. She tried to shake it off, but it was no use. Her senses seemed to be hyper-sensitive. The beat of the eagle's wings became a thunderous clap louder than anything else in the vicinity. The scream of its call echoed far longer than it should have. The wind it was kicking up became stronger than anything less than a hurricane. She became acutely aware of her veins and the inner workings of her circulatory and respiratory systems in her own body. She could even begin to feel her own nerve endings and the synapses in her brain. It was a phenomenon that one could not describe in words, but the feelings were overwhelming. She stumbled back a bit, unable to fully concentrate on the predator preparing to unleash some sort of attack in front of her--until she forced her gaze to meet the giant bird.
An azure glow radiated around the silhouette of the giant enemy, but Sable could see more than that. She could see the skeleton underneath the hardened exterior. She could see organs and blood flow and muscle layout. She could sense the feelings and thoughts of the beast as it reared back. It was obvious that it meant to attack them, but something more hid underneath this apparent animal instinct. In the span of a few moments, Sable could...
understand the eagle. She felt its emotions and intentions in a much deeper way than she could orate. As supernatural winds kicked up once more, this time much more violently, she immediately understood what was going to happen and why it was going to happen--why it
needed to happen. And as an unknown rage and fury built up within herself, Sable could only stand and watch as the eagle unleashed a ferocious attack that cut at her even through the armor. The angry winds were relentless as they picked her up and threw her violently backward and sent her crashing into the ground, rolling a few times before sliding to a stop.
The pain was immense and Sable's helmet opened and retreated back into the neck plates as she lay on the ground breathing heavily and staring off into the distance. Her thoughts were centered on everything she had just felt rather than her aching body and checking to see if there was any serious injury. No amount of processing could break down this experience into something that she could understand. She had not just felt and seen the offense before it occurred. She had, for a brief moment, understood how it worked completely and even how the beast felt as it prepared for and unleashed this desperate last attempt at living. She had essentially become the thing she was meant to slay; she simultaneously felt the release of power and strength it took to form and launch such an impressive final offense while also equally taking the full brunt of said attack as the intended target. Both her body and mind were thrown into a confusion of physical anguish and mental insanity. How was this even a possible thing?
Sable laid there as she struggled to come to grips with what just occurred and as her eyes slowly closed and the darkness overtook the sights in front of her, the familiar voice returned once more.
"You've finally witnessed their true essence..." 
