Emily Prentiss had seen a lot of things in her thirty-five years on earth. Some were horrifying, unspeakable acts committed 由 the very worst that society had to offer. Some were inspiring…heroic acts exercised under extreme circumstances that periodically restored her faith in humanity. And still some…some were unexplainable occurrences that somehow managed to throw even the poised Emily Prentiss off her game. And today had provided one of those such events in spades.
Because today, of all days, Emily Prentiss learned that she had been...
Two hours later, Emily laughed breathlessly as she feinted right, thrusting her weapon and hearing the satisfying clang of steel meeting steel as their sabers clashed. Small rivulets of perspiration ran down her neck, the bib of her mask capturing the moisture with ease as she swayed to the side.
Hotch was good. No, she thought with a mental headshake, better than good. Hotch was excellent. Graceful and lethal, his body flowed as he backed her toward the wall, advancing across the room with well calculated swipes of his weapon.