Amidst preserved remains, two figures moved about swiftly, both were unseen within the dark room, but they moved as though everything was crystal clear to them, the silhouette without weapons controlled soft winds to know his surroundings in real time, being so skilled at this that whether in darkness or light, he moved with the same agility and precision…
The other figure was similarly swift and dexterous, but moving about with uncanny twists of his joints and spines, bending his body like an expert contortionist, upper and lower portions of his body moving like two distinct beings that just so happened to be in perfect accordance with one another.
This made it exceptionally hard to hit him.
'I can't pin down any patterns…' Griar frowned as he weaved past a swift slice, the undead was wielding a strangely thin sword, though it clearly was not a rapier at all.
