Cassandra felt her left arm vibrate as her shield absorbed the force of the incoming blow. The attack itself did no damage, but Cassandra felt pained just knowing that she was fighting her own sister. Still, it had to be done. Sophitia might think she always knew the will of the gods, but this time Cassandra knew a bit of sacrilege was worth saving a kingdom. Only one question plagued her mind, "What was taking that Italian con man so long?"
A short distance away, partially obscured by some bushes, Lord Geo Dampierre sat next to the recently removed head of a statue of Cassandra's least favorite god.
"Quite a show, isn't it?" the Italian said aloud. "I'm certainly enjoying it."
As he spoke, Cassandra charged her sister, her ass slamming into Sophitia 's face and sending the Greek onto her back.
"Yes, I suppose we could step in right about now..." Dampierre turned to the head, whose stone features dispassionately stared back.
"No, you're right my friend. This is a valuable opportunity to learn the techniques of the gods themselves."
As her turned his focus back to the fight, Sophitia grabbed her sister, bending her backwards as she wrapped her thighs around her head before slamming Cassandra's body down.
"Yes, lets wait a bit longer, and then we can tell Miss Alexandra we have what she needs."