[ — and he's onto the woman like lightning, pouncing like a wolf. the dark aura around his blade flares, arcing across the space between them and spearing her in one shoulder.
red dust spurts from the wound, giving him the only confirmation he needs. his sword slices across the woman's waist, ripping her in half. the dust coats the both of them, acrid and dry; there is nothing left of her save for the crimson blowing in the wind.
(he had held back, until that last second. until he could be sure he was an illusion.)
though, he does not lower his sword, odd eyes searching in the storm. ]
.... she's gone.
[ his voice, half hoarse. it sounds so alien in the pouring rain. ]
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red dust spurts from the wound, giving him the only confirmation he needs. his sword slices across the woman's waist, ripping her in half. the dust coats the both of them, acrid and dry; there is nothing left of her save for the crimson blowing in the wind.
(he had held back, until that last second. until he could be sure he was an illusion.)
though, he does not lower his sword, odd eyes searching in the storm. ]
.... she's gone.
[ his voice, half hoarse. it sounds so alien in the pouring rain. ]