Shadow's race narrowed as he took off the mask, revealing the face of a woman, a very young woman. Her features were sharp, framed by dark hair, and her eyes, which were filled with anger, as well as some desperation, glared at him. She gritted her teeth, but made no sound, even as blood flowed from her injured leg and hand.
"I thought your hands were a bit too soft, now I know exactly why." Shadow muttered as he stared at the girl. Even though the girl in front of him was quite young, and seemed frail and weak, he wasn't naïve, he knew that she was a true warrior and that she was dangerous, capable of injuring him.
And yet, he did falter with a moment upon taking down the mask as he was surprised to see just how young she was, which allowed her to make a move. The girl sneered at him as her eyes burned with defiance.
