He moves first.
Faster than I can even comprehend.
A soundless blur, no wind, no warning. Not even his shadow moved before he appeared in front of Rhovan.
Though Rhovan had already moved to block it.
Rhovans thread. Resonance he called it. It allowed him to block the attack. Somehow.
Regardless it works
Steel collides with steel.
A flash of sparks from the power behind the clash.
The mysterious man looks like he's not even trying. But Rhovan's knees are buckling.
???: "Your thread. Allows you to predict attacks. Or see the future. Correct?"
He almost sounds disappointed.
He vanishes once more.
Rhovan turns, almost too slow.
The man reappears what feels like instantly after Rovan turns and launches another attack.
The sound of clashing swords rings out once again.
He's already losing ground. And is severely outmatched in every way.
He knows the attacks are coming and can barely do anything to stop them.
Black appears above Rhovan. Too fast for him to turn and guard
A flash of the black blade. Striking down.
Rhovan leans back.
Blood sprays
The blade sinks into his thigh.
Rhovan falls to the ground beneath the man.
Rhovan: "GH—"
I step forward. Though Aric has already moved.
Light flowing around him as he dashes. His sword glowing bright with a yellow hue.
Aric: "Get away from him!"
Aric swings his sword in a large arc.
And he doesn't even get close.
He appears behind Aric. Back turned, sword lowered.
Aric freezes in place.
Aware but unable.
The hilt cracks across the back of his skull.
A loud dull thud.
The light that was focused around Aric and his blade dissipates quickly.
No. no no.
Thyra screams. In rage and fear. She lunges forward, spear already moving towards his ribs.
He doesn't even bother fully dodging. Only leaning back slightly
The spear misses his chest by such a tiny distance even air couldn't pass through.
He angles his sword and thrusts, jabbing her lower abdomen.
Thyra coughs up blood. Gripping the wound as he rips the blade back out.
Quick. Clean. Precise. All within the span of a few seconds.
He slowly turns. Eyes locking onto mine.
I can't breathe
I can't move.
My hands wont even grip my blade anymore.
He dashes and swings.
A single horizontal slash.
Aimed at my face.
My eyes.
Pain.
White.
Blinding. Burning
Pain.
Blood pours down. I can feel it on my cheeks. Such an insignificant feeling buried below my eyes.
It's all dark. All white. All.
I fell to my knees. Hands swinging to my face.
Sword clattering to the floor somewhere close on my right.
I can feel blood seething through my fingers. Down my hands. Down my arms.
I can't see
My lungs feel as if they're seizing up.
I can't see.
My head's spinning. I can't think.
I can't see…
???: "Pathetic."
Even without sight I can feel his presence. Looming over me.
Something in my chest twists.
Not an emotion. Not a feeling, not physical at least.
Something deep within.
Pressure builds.
It feels like something is being forced open.
A spark behind my eyes.
A link behind my head.
A presence.
A voice without a mouth. Sight without eyes. Feelings and thoughts without a brain.
The blood feels cold.
I can feel a connection.
To something.
A thread.