Luth swung his sword, against the assassins' dagger. They clashed and chipped slowly at their blades a little, both of them leaped back and a small knife was launched Luth's way. In motion, he avoided the projectile and saw the assassin, merely a armlength away, his dagger raised high.
The blade went down in a quick motion, aimed precisely for the heart, but before the blow was dealt, strings which protruded from his fingertips enveloped the latter's arm. The threads detached and began to vice around the assassins' arm.
Luth quickly rolled back, then stood up straight. The vice grip was painful, causing a sudden tug in his arm. The assassin quickly took the dagger and ripped the threads clean, which then faded away in little time.
"So," the assassin muttered, staring at Luth while he held his arm, "you are the one who killed Alver. These strings you use, they can be deadly, but in a child's hand; I would not fear in the slightest."
The assassin continued, while his hand threw away the dagger and reached for a small hatchet attached to his belt. He removed the covering on it, revealing the shining blade.
"Then it'd be a fun time," he continued, "to kill you."
He rushed back at Luth, who grew even more careful, for if this man had any sort of connection with Alver, he would definitely have something hidden behind the lairs of his actions. The assassin rushed towards him, Luth could see the obvious patter of where he was aiming to strike and thus, he raised his sword to counter the blow.
His sword clashed the hatchet, and phased through it, and then through the assassin's head with a effort. Ahead of him stood the assassin in the same positions, while Luth's sword was high and his guard completely open. The hatchet struck his chest, but he managed to react fast and move back. The sharp edge tore through his abdomen and chest. He pressed on the wound, it was not lethal fortunately, but was still a major blow.
The blood spilled on the ground, seeping into the snow laden floor. Luth had no time to recover from the blow as he heard the sound of shuffling within the bushes of the forest. The Assassin was gone and there was no way to predict what his ability was.
This was most certainly a Miero, but of what sort, it was really hard to tell due to the virtue of difference between all of them. He could not afford to get another of the blow on his body. For now, it was all to the ear he staked, trying to discern from where the steps marched.
As soon as he heard the soft crackling of the dried and frozen branches, he turned to his right, seeing the figure. For now, he could—without the slightest knowledge of the enemies' Miero—merely avoid the cut by falling back. The hatchet passed near his chest and disappeared; behind him, the body struck and he barely avoided it.
He gave a relieved sigh as the blade backed away. The assassin did not stop though, and another stroke was on his way. He quickly leaped back and saw a second stroke coming from the right. Luth instinctively raised his blade towards the direction and then the hatchet stuck to his right, ripping at his ribs.
Luth let out a pain-filled scream and shoved the hatchet out, managing to make a very small slit upon the assassin's cheek. Blood slowly dripped from his cheek to the chin and fell off on the ground. The assassin raised his palm and wiped off the liquid from his chin.
"You managed to land a hit?" said the assassin slowly, while he cleaned his cheek, "There would have been some merit for you, if you never did come to this place. Your stubbornness will not help you in the slightest." he let out a disappointed breath and raised his hatchet to finish his job, still with that light smile.
The treads came off, detaching from his finger into the soil, and their thin size made it so the assassin would not notice. The hatchet smote down, while the threads caught the hold of his leg and pushed it down the earth. His heel dug into the ground, attached by the string and coiling it harshly.
The assassin was caught off his guard for a moment when he felt the tug, his hand slipping and the edge digging into the ground, missing Luth.
The boy quickly rolled back and stood on his feet, wrapping the threads to close this wounds. The assassin struggled to remove his feet from the land below, and then looked back at Luth.
"You cannot be tricky with me." said be as he lodged his leg out of the ground, small pores on his leggings and devoid of the bright thread. He raised his fingers, when Luth felt a bolt shoot through his shoulder.
Luth feel, but as quickly got back on his feet, feeling the wound with one arm covering the bleeding. His shoulders felt as if they were raging with fire, his muscles were on fire, as if the bolt was molded out of lava. He searched without turning his head, no trace of the projectile could be seen in sight.
The overthinking started to get on his mind, and left him off his guard once again, while the hatchet flew towards him. The Assassin took it out of the trunk of the tree, into which the edge had slammed into instead of Luth.
"However strong you consider yourself..." the assassin went on, preparing for the next strike, "If you found it hard to defeat Alver alone, then you can do as much as dream to hold your own against me." he lunged forward, aiming to end this fight in the blow he was about to deliver "Else naught."
*****
Shari too, got involved into the battle with the assassin, as he followed the same pattern.
"You are the other one?" he second muttered, "I had been expecting the boy to follow me more, but then again it would make no difference." said he while removing two small metal rods, thin enough to be held between his fingers and were additionally pointed at the tip with a small bulging which thins down at the top.
He ran it through his fingers, getting a good grip, as he slipped in the distance of his fingers, fitting the rod in between them and then clenched it.
"Give me your name, knight." he said loudly.
"Why would I ever?" he said, while he took his own longsword in his palm.
"For what reason? You ask me for what reason? Honor it is. All is for honor. You are no waste we are here to kill, not even in the slightest. You are a knight, you are a man of honor, then show it to me. We shall exchange honor, and whoever has the greatest, shall come out live."
Shari did not speak, the assassin abiding by the Law of Honor did not connect with him; after all, assassins had no conduct no honor. But Law of Honor he did abide, "Shari, that is my name."
"Kol," he said with the same loud tone, so it was audible to Shari. "Let us commence."
Shari swung his blade, towards Kol, which wen forth but failed to hit Kol as he disappeared in the bushes of the forest. They ruffled but Shari could not see the figure. He had to rely on the moments that he heard and then, there was a ruffling behind, soft steps, right there.
With a swift turn, he swung his sword, as the sharp edge tore through the air and his hit landed nowhere, his body turning towards the nothing. He felt a sharp sting land into his upper back, venturing inside his muscles.
He felt one of the rod shoved deep inside his back and he bulging doing through made it no easier. But he still managed to move ahead and lodge out the rod and moved ahead. He stepped forwards and finally looked over his shoulder; seeing Kol standing on his feet plainly, while he held the rod, dripping with Shari's blood in his arms coolly.
Of course he should have expected him to have a Miero, makes no sense otherwise. But what it was, that he had to figure out in time before it ran out. There was no indication as to what it was from the previous occurrence. He heard the sounds, and they were unmistakably of steps. What could be his Miero then? How did he get to the other side so quickly?
Shari could not afford to be distracted for now, but also had to find out what the Miro was or else there was little guarantee of his victory. But for now, Miero could only be dealt with by Miero and thus he had reached the sound conclusion.
Ashes sifted from the gaps of his fingers, even though they were clenched tightly enough.
"Let us commence." he said.