The order was a surprise, but it was a stark reminder of their dire situation. One misstep and he'd be tumbling past the Tattered Bridge and down into the black, seemingly endless abyss below.
A quick glance inspired absolute dread.
Kieran's mind screamed it, giving him an inkling as to why it was named the Screaming Night. The feelings of terror and hopelessness it evoked turned into inescapable screams that echoed nonstop until they wore away at the mind.
'Ignore it…'
Kieran breathed and assessed the situation before considering what he could do. The Furthered Scales of Balance churned, and the gears in his mind worked tirelessly to produce another viable course of action.
Without the ability to evade, essentially all of Kieran's attack methods had to be discarded. As a vengeful individual, he focused mainly on retaliation in the form of counters. He was enamored with that feeling of dread and inferiority his actions spurred in his enemy.
