Peaceful, no?

Morose thought for a moment about her enemy. He was a shadow, no doubt about it, but there was something different from him and the other shadows but she just couldn't put her finger on it...

The teen ducked from the slice, the blade catching a piece of her clothes. she took a few steps back. "Hey! This was my good shirt!" she groaned. If she hadn't moved when she did he would have got her for sure, and she couldn't imagine what would have happened if she had taken the blow.

She shook off her thoughts and drew her large sword ready to make things a fair fight, at least weapons wise...