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KALT
He was her dark fairytale She was his twisted fantasy
He knew that she would avoid the slash to her arm, but that was meant as a distraction anyway. The real attack was to her abdomen, and he grinned savagely at the satisfaction of drawing first blood, but that satisfaction was cut short at her soundless movement. First blood was what they fought to in training, but this wasn’t training. No, this was to the ‘kill,’ and he wasn’t going to let the pleasure at drawing her blood cloud his mind. He felt her lock his arm, but he didn’t let it happen for long. He moved into the whirl smoothly. The second she released him, he didn’t try to regain his balance. Silver Wing immediately ducked to the ground, her blade missing him by a hair. His heart thundered in his chest, breathing difficult to focus on, but almost two decades of training made it second nature. He ducked into a crouch, bracing himself on the ground quickly and swiping his leg towards hers to throw her off balance. If he succeeded, he would grab her cloak and yank it backwards, hard. The assassin got to his feet again and brought his leg to the side, aiming to jam it into the back of her knee. His arm extended then to swipe his blade against her inner thigh. And together They made magic |
