Round two against the Masked Rider was something I didn't think I'd be doing anytime soon. Yet here I was about to throw down with the sneaky little drow who'd supported Ardeen Spellweaver in killing his father.
I spent a few seconds scrutinizing my opponent and noticed that she'd changed her look somewhat.
She still wore that same ebony mask and hooded cloak she had during the last war, but she'd traded in her blackened steel chest plate for a snug leather vest and pants that showed off her lithe form.
I fixed my stance into the high-guard—both arms raised high over my head with both my hands gripping on the falchion's sword hilt in order to keep the shadowblade upright.
The masked rider mimicked my movements.
I exhaled a long breath and then did something I hadn't done in any of my previous duels, I sent out my killing intent first.
