Now Belialthorn was beginning to get annoyed. They were the ones taking the fight as a play because if he should get serious. There would only be ashes left.
"Let your sword do the talk....." Belialthorn didn't finish because Asheran drew his long sword, it sounded like a small bell and the world shifted. It was as if space parted or moved.
Belialthorn drove sideways, instincts taking control of his limbs to dodge an attack he couldn't see, or hear.
The attack was so sudden and swift he might have been caught in it but Belialthorn had lived through shadow blades. Still, the tip of his dark cloak was cut and he watched the neatly cut cloth drift to the floor.
Belialthorn was surprised and impressed. Not only had Asheran lurched an attack he couldn't see or hear, but he managed to cut out of his cloak with nothing but just the drawing of his sword. "Impressive."
