Ishiki pressed himself against the wall and stopped breathing entirely—not from conscious decision but automatic response to potential threat.
'Well, I could just use [Ghost Blade]...'
But he didn't. The skill won't make him disappear, any competent Player could sense him. And he wasn't even certain the approaching figure qualified as enemy.
The shadow grew progressively larger as the figure rounded the cottage's corner. From behind the side of the wall a figure appeared, wreathed in black cape from head to toe.
However Ishiki didn't saw that, he was completely hidden.
Until the figure moved swiftly towards the entrance of the house.
Ishiki moved too.
In next heartbeat, his blade met attack mid-stride.
CLANG!
The weapons clashed for brief moment and then both combatants leapt backward simultaneously.
'Wait... wasn't that a.'
Ishiki dismissed his sword immediately, the pale blade dissolved into motes of light that scattered like disturbed snow.
