The figure in black moves light and lithe, retreating one step and then another from the leonine lord and his remaining warriors. It's on the defense now, rather than on the attack; something about its body language suggests that perhaps, just perhaps, there's fear there.
Fear draws the eye like light, in a battle like this. And like light, it can blind the eye to what's in the shadows.
The second black-clad figure rises like mist from the ground, its sword moving with silent, deadly swiftness for Lord Vayan's unprotected back.
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Date: 2009-02-13 12:53 am (UTC)Fear draws the eye like light, in a battle like this. And like light, it can blind the eye to what's in the shadows.
The second black-clad figure rises like mist from the ground, its sword moving with silent, deadly swiftness for Lord Vayan's unprotected back.