When is a monster not a monster?

KALT He was her dark fairytale She was his twisted fantasy    There was a silent conversation between the pair, something that likely only Orynth would actually pick up on the meaning of, but the two assassins promises themselves to each other before and that was still true in that moment. They would draw blood in this fight, that would practically a given. Assessments… He dreaded them in general, but going up against Ashe in something this extreme wasn’t something he was overly eager for. But it was happening.    As soon as Ashe moved forward, Kalt stepped back easily, dodging her throat-aimed swipe fluidly, thankfully with enough momentum to swing his legs away in a backwards handspring. Instantly he was back on his feet and in fighting position, a bloodlust in his eyes that they both knew so well.    Once again, his blades flicked out from his bracers, and he lunged towards her. Practiced rhythm with no predictability. The lesson he had drilled into her mind since they began their training years ago. His hidden blade swiped towards her arm, and his other hand pulled free a knife from his belt. Immediately following came a strike towards her abdomen, hoping to slice upwards diagonally across her midsection. And together They made magic