In the depths of a grand staircase, far away from the grand hall, Rhyme stared his opponent in the eyes, brilliantly reflecting the moon in his violet eyes.
Grinning from ear to ear, he leaned back on his back leg and exploded onto his opponent with extreme speed.
"What's going on?" The general began to think as Ryan came closer and closer to his position.
"I can't move.. It's like I've been paralyzed." "Paralyzed… with fear…"
Clashing!
At the very last moment, the general was able to read his opponent's guard and staggered his attack.
"Impressive," Rhyme said. "To think you can see my eyes and still be able to move. You're much stronger than I expected."
Bouncing off a rail and then off a wall, Rhyme ran across the ceiling of his attacker, looking down on him like an eagle about to pounce. Withdrawing a set of six daggers, eached marked with a different mark etched into their blades he launched another series of attacks in the general.
