ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ;; ---→ᴡʜᴏ ɪ ᴀᴍ?
taintedxwolf
alairthesecludedscholar
forgedbyhand
fragiledata
immortuisicarius
A blade, glinting in the sunlight, sliced through the air. And Lethe swore. He remembered wielding a sword with ease, he remembered becoming exceptional at it, he remembered all the skills his master taught him--but just remembering it, did not mean he could do it.
Magic was not his forte, and now neither was swordsmanship. If someone were to full out attempt to kill him, they would likely succeed. And he knew, he should at least try to match up to his rank, practice a spell from that magic book he hadn't touched in weeks.
He knew what he should do, but that didn't mean he would do it. At least he looked like he was as good with a sword as he was before.
Something sounded behind him, and as if by instinct, the point of his blade ended precisely at their neck. He stood silent for a moment, as shocked as the other person. Whoa, where did that come from, sure he could do that before--but not now.
"Oh, uhm, sorry about that." The katana slid back into her sheath with a click, he wasn't sure if he could have kept holding it without his hands shaking. "I didn't mean to, it's just--you surprised me."
Then he noticed who stood before him, and his curiosity was struck. "You... look familiar. Have I met you before?"