"Guck..."
The Shadow's voice muffled out as the phantom appeared from nowhere, her legs folding against the Shadow's neck like a sprung trap.
Before the Shadow even registered the weight pressing down on his skull, Lydia's hands caught his temples and twisted his head around in one fluid, practiced motion.
The vertebrae in his neck cracked with a low, sickening crunch.
The Shadow's body kneeled, then collapsed... neck twisted at an unnatural angle, eyes wide and unseeing.
Lydia, nimble as a cat, dismounted before he hit the ground, landing without a sound.
'I've never seen a shadow killed from shadow,' Rune thought, genuinely impressed by the commander of Orc's stealth tactics.
"We should move quickly. Two more are turning from behind," Lydia whispered to her companions.
Merin immediately dragged the body out of the moonlit clearing and concealed it behind a cluster of trees before rejoining the group as they moved deeper into the estate.
