DANCE AT DUSK

"Spread out!" "We are under attack!" The pack leader commanded in a harsh, forceful tone.

Pandemonium broke erupted. The rogues yelled commands, their weapons flashing as they stared into the forest with sharp, watchful eyes. Eleanor's heart sank as she watched their sense of amazement fade. She signaled for her crew to strike, but the shock had already faded into the night.

The jungle went into a flurry of activity. Shadows darted between the trees, their movements a blur in the dim light. The clink of metal sounded out, along with the thud of arrows penetrating into wood and flesh. The fragrance of pine combined with the strong stink of sweat and dread.

Eleanor moved like a wraith, her blade striking with an adversary's with a clear ring.A clear ring. She spins, blocks, and strikes with deadly precision. Her companions mimicked her exquisite combat, each engaged in their own furious battle. She leaped at an approaching rogue, knocking him down with the force of her strike.