Armelle, light and murderous, and Lise, savage and deadly, carried on their baroque and macabre pas de deux in a trance that spared no one: a lancer aiming for Armelle's back found her gone and her dark sister thrusting her black blade towards his throat, too close for escape; a horseman about to slice Lise's skull saw his sword fly off in the gold and silver flash of Armelle's blades, unaware yet that she had also delivered him a second, and fatal, strike.