Spinning, tumbling, turning, she wraps the wire around her body then throws it back out, the tiny blades on the end slicing hungrily at the air. They are her wire darts, a specially designed weapon created to kill using her natural acrobatic skills. Dangerous, deadly, she confuses the enemy with tumbles and twists, slicing them to bits.

A glance into the fighter:

"For a moment I had forgotten I had died. I was utterly confused and lost in a swirling blackness. A place void of senses. I couldn’t feel or see or hear or smell, I could only think, and in my mind I was just as confused and lost. Was this death? Was this what it was like to die? My consciousness fought for control over a body that was absent. It was in this moment of struggle that a voice was heard, although, it was not a voice for there was no sound. Cold, quiet and patient, whispering my name in that blackness, it gently summoned my attention. As if the thoughts of someone else were traveling through my mind, I heard it address me by name. It knew who I was and what had transpired. It wanted something from me. A trade. I serve it, and in return it keeps my family and friends and village and forests free from harm. If I refused it would summon a demon who would murder all I cared for and burn our village to the ground. It took me a moment to realize I had been set up. My brother had been bait; and my selfless act of sacrificing my life for his had only furthered the plans of this strange entity. I no more desired to be a pawn than I desired to see my family murdered, but I had to make a choice. Choices. What was I to do? Could I exist with the guilt of knowing I was the cause of my loved ones misery and despair? Knowing I could have perhaps saved them from a terrible fate? I agreed. I did not know how terrible the consequences of that action would be. I did not know that by agreeing to serve it I would no longer have a soul. I now travel with no ability to resist it. I am but a servant to a nameless will, an unmentionable consciousness of emptiness. What it desires I do not hesitate to fulfill, I have no choice, no means to deny it;I am a slave to this Darkness and I cannot escape it, even in death there is no freedom. "

That terrible blackness. Gabby realized with horror she had been summoned. She recognized that place, that place in her mind where it dwelled, the being of infinite shadow. “I must have passed out from the pain,”she thought quietly. Quiet thoughts did not matter though, it knew all and she felt it smile at her.
“Yes,”it confirmed. It’s voice- that terrible voice! It grated at her, a slow ripping sensation dragging across her flesh. It’s voice was no more sound than thought, it was essence of being, of pure knowing, it spoke in an incomprehensible language, yet Gabby understood it completely. She also understood what was about to transpire. It had happened many times before, her being summoned to it, torn into, ripped open, given desire, meaning, purpose. “Kill her.” It beckoned. She resisted, she tried to at least. The voice whispered slower this time. “Kill the Ayallian priestess when you awaken.” Each word was full of power, each thought driven by some incredible force. She felt it ripple though her. Felt the pure sensation of lust creep over her body, embracing her in a slippery denseness. A fog clouded her mind and she found herself unable to see clearly. It was going to make her do it, going to make her want to do it...