The Basics Of Sword Combat

After a quick shower, Sylvester, put on a dark outfit, and left the house. He walked into the streets, and gazed upon the black sky. It was a dark moonless night. Sylvester then looked at a particular direction on the street, and continued walking. He soon approached a certain dark alley, and stopped.

Standing in this eerie alley was a lady, with a raven black hair, and soft alabaster skin. This strange lady, was dressed head to toe in black. Her dress was sleek and elegant, with a simple yet graceful cut. But the most eye catching thing about this lady, was her mask. A crow mask, made of glossy black feathers, concealed her face, giving her an air of both mystery and sophistication.

“What do you want, Reashar?” Sylvester asked the lady.

“Oh, hey Mophran. It’s been a while, hasn’t it?” Asked Reashar in return.

Sylvester, or rather, Mophran, gave her a cold look.

“Answer my question. What are you doing here?”