Chasing Scars

Just as the last time they had chased each other, the time in the ruins, Kalt didn’t look back. He snapped the branch, then hauled some serious ass away from there. There was no need to look over his shoulder to know that she was fine. The Assassin in Blue. If she was cast to the ground because of a sudden branch snap, he would’ve wanted to stop the chase then and there with disappointment! His eyes scanned the layout of the forest, committing each and every twist and turn of the branches to his impeccable memory. He decided he would walk – or run or whatever – the forest floor on his way back home to absorb that part of the land. If he learned anything from practically living on the rooftops, it was that things looked different from above than they did from below. Just because he memorized the treetops didn’t mean he memorized the ground. He would, though. It didn’t seem like they were going anywhere anytime soon. Behind him, he heard unnatural rustling of branches, and he assumed Ashe was catching up to him. Kalt cast a fast glance over his shoulder to see she wasn’t behind him. Then… The man almost cursed as he looked upwards and saw her falling above him. He calculated her landing arc instantly and darted forward, eyes wide in brief shock. There was a moment where he fought a laugh, remembering when he did something similar in the Guild. Granted, when he did it, it was a smooth movement that pissed Vaego off because when he tried to do it, he ended up tripping at the extremely ungraceful landing. He stopped quickly for the second time in their short chase as she landed right in front of him. Again. His eyes narrowed at her with slight frustration that she would probably enjoy. Stop doing that, he thought momentarily. There was cracking above them, and Kalt looked up, seeing the top of a tree falling towards them. He leaped forward, jumping out of the way before he was hit. She had readied herself for an attack. So be it. He had some time to kill. Maybe he could throw her on her ass once or twice before getting away again. His blades flicked out of his bracers, and he lunged for her arm, keeping his footing steadily planned in his mind. He wouldn’t entertain a full fight, but it felt fucking amazing to have a worthy opponent again. Ashetta kalt give into the night.