Lithe and graceful, the sanguine follower was completely different from Meritites's savage and brutal fighting style, and definitely far above the sword skills of Cheops, it felt more like a dance than a fighting style, especially with all of the seemingly superfluous movements that appeared easily exploitable as windows to strike at the living, but Ir'Houwl knew better.
Every odd movement and spins that exposed the back were feints aimed to draw her in, the only problem was that the minor lord could not quite see where the trap laid, she supposed that it related to the vapour, which she had yet to fully grasp, not knowing how to sense it.
Thankfully, her instincts were sharpened enough to not fall for it, and she instead only engaged with sickle strikes, the main the masked living was trying to go for was naturally to hook, be it limbs or the scimitars, the shape of their weapons naturally favoured this sort of attacks.
