RYLIE
The night was still.
Only the whispering breeze and the clash of steel could be heard.
White flew in the air as I dug my blades into the snowy floor, slowing my sliding retreat. Immediately, I jumped into the air, just in time to avoid the black claw that was swiping at the spot I had just occupied.
Twisting in the air, I flew above the heavily muscled body, landing behind it. I was on the run immediately, my boots leaving deep footprints in the pristine snow.
There was nothing but whiteness out here, the roots buried deep in it. The firefly lanterns had been replaced with oil lanterns, their flickering light casting long shadows on the snowy ground. In the eerie glow, it felt as if nature itself was watching the unfolding scene with bated breath.
