The left corner of a conceited smirk could be seen peaking from Amadi’s cloak. “Lemme show you what your Father is capable of.” The ashen haired male's hand's quickly came to view approximately a foot away from the latch of the window with a speed rivaling teleportation, the latch easily giving way to his practiced hand. It was however the flicker of onyx, the silent impact on the ground that truly belied his expertise in this field. The way his breathing was soft and even; nearly imperceptible as it stirred the air before his lips. Though something was awry, the house was desolate; barren and seemingly uninhabited. It was a trap; a ploy to bring an intruder into the open, to ensnare them. Quite the simple yet effective trapped they’d set for his kind; a retreat from the dwelling would only serve to have the noose tightened about his throat whilst the illusion of a firm foothold fell away beneath the nothingness that would inevitably rise up to all but welcome his limp being. The assassin however had other plans, plans that fell away as his back pressed firmly against that of his previous benefactor.
Dusted words pulled from a vault nearly forgotten over the millennium; imbued with compassion unknown before. Words serving to ignite the air with a miasma of muted whites and shaded blacks- the physical materialization of the black knight’s magical abilities; it spoke of change, of power, of recognition, and newly of dominance. Yet, even despite the potency of this display still a more concentrated amount layered a small bundle beneath his cloak.
A small bundle of hazelnut topped with finest dusting of snowflake locks- sporting the onyx orbs of her Father’s Father.