The bastard sword sliced through the waves of Artemises like a hot knife through butter. I couldn't have asked for a better weapon and completed the seemingly overwhelming task of staying alive surprisingly well, clearing the way of all invading Artemises.
The last one fell, evaporating in a cloud of black mist and I let the sword rest, tip down, on the ground. While it was easy to cut through my enemies, it was still a heavy thing to be swinging around, even for a short period of time.
I took a moment to calm my breathing, then straightened and looked more properly around me.
As I'd been fighting and running, the world around me had been shifting from memory to memory and I hadn't wanted to risk paying it too much attention. But now that the immediate threat was passed, perhaps it was best to figure out where I was.
