[ ....Perhaps she hadn't fought quite as hard as she could have, once she felt the tug. Perhaps she could have summoned up wind to ride away, or tried to dig her blade into the ground.

Perhaps she wanted this.

Amaranth straightens, naginata in hand, and begins taking her bearings. This place looks familiar, doesn't it. And, sure enough, the long gash across her torso is glowing through the fabric of her clothing again. ]