Eight of Twelve

Mall and Willaith felt a deep sense of fear for some reason. They didn't even register that this shadow was a woman until they breathed their last breaths… Maybe it was only then, when they could finally release their worries, that they could notice something so meaningless. 

The battle lasted less than a hundred exchanges and there were even some points they believed they might be able to win. But, the rate of improvement the masked shadow underwent was far beyond their expectations or anything they could handle. 

No… It wasn't improvement. It was as though as this shadow was adapting their already ridiculously strong combat capabilities to counter the two of them specifically. It was the most shocking feat of battle they had ever seen. Even in death, they couldn't help but admire it. 

The sound of two bodies falling to the ground resonated as the masked shadow finally put the young woman down.