[color=ed145b][b]"I shall go ahead for now Alyon."[/b][/color]

Fraya began to move forward through the tomb as Alyon lightly dusted herself off and straightened up her clothes. She began to follow the girl's lead, noting that Fraya was now in a particularly strong defensive mode for both of their protection. With the possibility for more hidden traps Alyon made sure to never let their guard down, and by not letting her guard falter her sense of hearing picked up something that seemed rather out of the ordinary.

A set of faint footsteps was following them down the pathway and Alyon spun to faced the darkness behind them in preparation for what was coming. [color=7ea7d8][b]"Hold up,"[/b][/color] she whispered to Fraya, [color=7ea7d8][b]"If I'm correct, you may need to find that Artifact on your own."[/b][/color] She lifted her sword up before her body and positioned her feet into a strong stance just as the cloaked figure stepped out of the darkness and into the green light emanating from the walls.

The cloaked male stood for a moment and watched the two girls make an evaluation on the situation. He stood taller than them and as if to try and reinforce their expectations on what to think of him he crossed his arms and reached for his sides, grabbing two decorative sword hilts and pulling them out to expose their full glory. Within his clenched grasps were two large [url=https://dmwordoftheweek.files.wordpress.com/2014/09/scimitar.jpg]scimitars[/url], a set that reflected the green hue of the Crypt and announced simply death.

[color=7ea7d8][b]"Fraya, Go!"[/b][/color] Alyon yelled to her companion as the assailant leapt forward with his attack, releasing a dual overhead strike. Alyon lifted her sword, placing both hands on the hilt and with as much force as possible, blocked the downward blow. As he moved in for a second swipe, Alyon stepped back and countered it with a parry before taking a step to the side in order to break some more distance between her and the unknown male. With each new attack she made an effort to block it with a move of her own until she had an opportunity for an opening.

She saw her chance, an opening in his stance and using that time carefully she lifted up both arms in front of her chest and went in for a thrusting attack. Her straight sword closed in on the man who was now facing towards the side and crouching down on his knee just as he glimpsed the incoming needle. He reacted instinctively by swinging the scimitar in his right hand around his wrist and shielded the side of his body, forcing the sword to be deflected past his back.

Using that moment of up close and personal, Alyon managed to get a peek at the man's [url=http://scontent-b.cdninstagram.com/hphotos-xpf1/t51.2885-15/10748441_1516351325288248_468742476_a.jpg]face[/url]. His left eye was a brilliant turquoise colour with fair skin, but the beauty was covered by a thick mask on the rest of his face and a right eye that glowed a blood red colour. Wrapped around his hands and his neck were thick bandages and through some of the gaps was heavy, visible scaring.

[b]"Brilliant attack,"[/b] he addressed with his cold rustly voice, [b]"Except for leaving yourself exposed."[/b]

Alyon eye's opened into a state of fear as she saw the tip of his left scimitar appear from below his right elbow as he advanced with his sneak counter attack. It came straight for her stomach and with her sword in such an inopportune position she had very little space to defend her body.