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KALT
He was her dark fairytale She was his twisted fantasy
Kalt arrived at the Keep before Ashe did. Why? Well, simple... He cheated. Although, he wouldn’t exactly call it cheating. More like... Making the best use of creative advantages. What advantages were those? Well, his secret magic, duh. A little alteration to his boots and each stride he took was basically doubled in distance, so of fucking course he was going to beat her there! He arrived in the courtyard and relaxed his breathing, knowing he had about a minute, probably less, to spare before Ashe entered. His eyes locked on his Master’s mask, and there was no exchange between the two, as he walked into the shadows to prepare himself for the fight to come. Assessments were brutal, dangerous, sometimes even fatal. He knew that he wouldn’t kill Ashe, and he knew she wouldn’t kill him. For one, they were too close in skill for an easy kill, but also they were both all the other truly had. Neither would risk losing that. He sure as shit wouldn’t, no matter what happened. As Ashe entered the arena, Kalt lowered to a crouch, his elbows resting on his knees and his eyes watching her carefully. She approached Master, and a part of him tensed. It was involuntary, and any time he tried to stop it, he failed. He got to his feet when Master’s mask turned in his direction. The single nod of the expressionless mask was all Silver Wing needed to tell him that it was time. He walked on silent steps out of the shadows, blades freed with the flick of his wrists, and he swiped them together, creating a few sparks as he walked the glossy pathway to the dias and joined the Assassin in Blue for her assessment. She would’ve put together what was going to happen the moment he stepped out of the shadows. He stood beside her, dwarfing her in size, and likely making the upcoming display just that much more impressive. The Guild’s two most elite to face off against each other... He couldn’t claim nonchalance because his nerves were firing, adrenaline rushing through him, eager to get this moving. As soon as Master would give them the floor, Silver Wing would face the Assassin in Blue and give her a hidden grin she would only see in his eyes. This was her assessment. She made the first move. And together They made magic |
