A scarf!
Blowing in the wind!
True power!
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"I make it my buisiness to know about occult powers." Ellen said simply, as Zed's sword bounced harmlessly off her.
Zed, stunned, could only gape, as Ellen's sword decended.
Ellen, sporting bristling moustache, top hat and monocle, nodded solemnly, before walking out of the arena, the victor.
True power comes in many forms.
Some counter one another.
