POV: Leonel
I see the two creatures emerge from the crowd of misty black creatures and immediately knew they held another level of danger; as Thilgon did, exchanging a quick glance at me.
In an unspoken truce we each take one to deal with, spreading a little more apart as my golden eyes focus on the creature in front of me.
I analyze him, the way he walked to the way his clawed hand went to the side to unsheath his sword, his movements wide and firm, smooth yet not slow.
From being so tall he was bound to have a very long reach, which only gets worse when the point a long big sword at me, the menacing blade covered in a green aura that swirled like smoke around the silver edge.
With white eyes were partially covered by the helmet, giving him a threatening look as the sharp edge framed his eyes into an angry expression.
