The clang resounds across the pond as the second assassin's blade meets another weapon, interposed between it and its target.
Neither of the fighters in black has expected there to suddenly be a third. This one's face is visible, pale and intent over the flapping black wings of a leather coat, and it's his sword that's turned back the blow that would otherwise have left Vayan severely wounded or dead.
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Date: 2009-02-13 12:59 am (UTC)Neither of the fighters in black has expected there to suddenly be a third. This one's face is visible, pale and intent over the flapping black wings of a leather coat, and it's his sword that's turned back the blow that would otherwise have left Vayan severely wounded or dead.
And he hasn't come alone.