The Sentinels strapped down to something that you don't understand

The length of her limbs creates distance between them.  She is graceful and fleetfooted, and her opponent misses as she launches at her again.  Blood spatters the whitewashed sand between them as Ceara lowers herself into a defensive stance, trying to balance her weight against an onslaught that was sure to come.

The Siarut she knew wouldn't have sent his sister after her.  But had she really known him at all?  Come on.  Do it.  Kill me, like I know you want to.  Take my body back to him as some sort of trophy.  You obviously don't wanna hear me out.