Well, it was about time.
The fact that she thought she could sneak up on him was adorable. Everything Ashetta learned about stealth had been from him, of course she didn’t know that, but he didn’t teach her everything he knew. That, however, was a lesson for another day.
Kalt listened to the sound of her drop from above, but didn’t look her way, aware she wasn’t dropping in for a friendly chat. He quickly whirled out of the way of Reckoning’s swing, so the blade would hit the tree. The man clenched his fist in the air suddenly, using his magic to keep the blade where it was, as he opened his other hand, signaling for her to stop. His eyes were mostly shadowed, but the gaze they held was deadly, firm, not to be trifled with.
He was a far enough distance from her that she would have to move forward to reach him, which would give him the chance to escape. Surely, she wouldn’t want that, so it would be wise for her to wait. After all, this wasn’t her game. No, this was his game, his rules, his terms. She didn’t get to decide when and where they played.
His open hand suddenly created the shape of a shadow puppet dog, and he shook his head slowly. She wouldn’t be loosing the wolf tonight. He wasn’t training a wolf; he was training an assassin. She couldn’t rely on the wolf only, so she wasn’t going to be permitted to use it at all this time. In fact, if she did, their game would come to a quick end.
A smirk grew under the fabric around his face, as he slowly took a step backward, still not releasing her blade from the tree. His eyes glanced around quickly, charting a path of what seemed like sturdy branches.
He brought his gaze back to her, finally releasing her blade from his magical grip and pointing upwards. Kalt jumped up to a low-hanging branch and easily pulled himself into a crouch, watching her carefully. He would remain where he was until she joined him in the trees, then he would take off through the branches.
There was a point to this exercise... Don’t touch the ground. They would swing through vines, run over branches, and even fight in the treetops, but the goal was to remain off of the ground. Of course if one of them fell, they could climb up again, but the chances of catching up to the other would be slim to none. He couldn’t wait to see if she was actually up to the task.
kalt
give into the night.
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