Northern thought he had imagined it.
The moment the lady had spoken, something ominous, something very evil gleamed at him from the shadows.
He wasn't so sure, the feeling was very surreal so he couldn't make anything out of it.
He straightened his back, paused for a moment while observing her carefully, then he asked:
"What do you mean?"
The lady shrugged, "I knew you were struggling… it was obvious from your movement. So, I matched your pace so that you could get used to your weapon. That way this will be much more enjoyable for me, and dreadful for you."
Northern frowned.
'What the crap is she saying… that was her matching my pace?'
The lady's mischievous grin got more pronounced as she saw the tension on Northern's face.
