Lifting the cowl from his face, he caught his breath quickly before pulling it back down. That single second that he became visible was enough for the unseen enemy to find him, as he immediately felt a sharp pain at his side.
'Shit–' He thought, having to hold in his wince.
A slash had caught his side, nicking him as he managed to somewhat step out of the way. Before he could see who struck him, the silhouette in the corner of his eye had already sunk back into the darkness.
'This is how the assassins of the First Dusk operate; they lock down an enclosed location in their special darkness and strike down their target. It's one thing to read about it, but another entirely to see it firsthand…' He thought.
