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08-28-03
He knew the other was about. He cared not. They had not interfered thusfar.
Stealth was no longer a concern. He had made the mistake of plowing out in plain sight, and now she knew he was there. As she took off the only thing of importance was speed.
Off he shot after her, at full sprint now. His heavy cloak trailed behind him, giving him the appearance of a wraithe. With cunning he maneuvered through the branches, careful of snagging any, darting in and out between the ancient trees.
Finally, he managed to catch up to her. Then surpass her as he continued darting back and forth till he was quite a bit in front of her. He stepped out into the middle of the path, just beyond a steep curve. The folaige was thick, much too thick to be negotiable.
He sat there a brief moment just as he had landed: one knee on the ground kneeling, with on hand planted upon the soil for balance. His head lifted as he heard her footsteps near. Slowly he stood, catching a glint of movement beyond the curve. Yes, she had to go through him to get past him, for the wood on either side was too tangled, and he all but blocked the path.
Beneath his cloak his hand fondeled the hilt of his shortsword, its elven runes glowing a fierce blue at its master's cold touch. Had the cloak not been so thick, the light would be very visible, but it did a sufficient job of covering the blue.
Would he fight her? .. maybe.. that answer lied within her. If she so chose, then yes, he was indeed ready. But he was more interested in seeing her potential.. Seeing her at full strength. Either way, unless she backtracked, a meeting was destined.
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Last edited by Cloaked Shadow : 08-28-03 at 02:12.
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