Impress had pulled the sword from Beatrix's shoulder, and the moment she did she was ready to strike again, not caring for her own body. She swung, with Beatrix's back up against the wall there was nowhere for her to go and Impress knew that this would be the final strike.
Her sword swung diagonally right through Beatrix's body and touched the ground. It was the end, or at least she thought that it would be. Something felt wrong. When swinging her sword it had gone through Beatrix's body far too easily, and she wondered, where even was she, because Beatrix was no longer held up against the wall.
Before she knew it, a large slash was felt right on Impress's back. "Ahh!" Impress shouted and turned around swinging her sword, but Beatrix had already moved quite the distance away.
