5.13.3 I love a good game.
Death could not come early for me, or so it seemed from Remira's perspective at the moment.
"Your master seems a bit slow on the uptake, sending you alone will not do him good." She said, as she brought her flaming sword on Lecarth's head before he could read. But she still looked down on his speed, as he had long disappeared from her attack range, appearing not too far from her.
"I guess, he believes I am enough for you." Mockery was written all over his face, as he showed some regret not being able to kill me, the Crow, as I went by.
But Remira on the other hand has already started to look and assess what his ability was.
A strong smell of course when she was close, she was sure of it. The man in front of her dabbled with curses, but for some odd reason, he didn't possess the gloomy atmosphere around him, nor injuries or any level of corruption. He appeared as normal as a human can be, even when using his ability to dodge her attacks.