Chasing Scars

Don’t look back. Same as always, he didn’t look behind him to see where she was. Though that probably wasn’t the best idea, considering Ashetta was small enough to move silently through the trees. If she hadn’t decided to reveal herself, there would have been a very good chance that she could have taken his life from above. Kalt made a mental note of the sturdiness of the higher branches. They might not be able to support his weight for long, but surely they would be strong enough for brief holds. Kalt came to a quick stop as Ashe dropped a few branches ahead of him, and he braved himself with the trunk of the tree to keep his momentum from sending him toppling to the ground. His eyes narrowed at her question. ‘Miss me?’ Bitch. She lunged forward with her blade towards his neck, and he leaned back smoothly. Blades shot out of his bracers with the flicks of his wrists, and the sound of clashing steel rang out when he slid his blade against hers. She still managed to nick his handkerchief, tugging it briefly before giving it a slight tear. Such a shame her blade was somehow dulled... If only it had been a little sharper... He balanced himself quickly and hopped to the branch she was standing on, whipping his arm downwards to slash at her hand. It was more of an act to show her he wasn’t afraid to fight back. If she wanted a fight, he’d give her a fight, but she had to earn it. Kalt jumped up and slammed down on the branch they were standing on, making it snap. He leaped to the nearest branch and took off in a direction, not looking to see if she managed to hang onto anything. It was Ashe... Of course she fucking thought of something. kalt give into the night.