Malak growled in frustration. He had jumped to the location where the attack came from but still, he didn't see who was behind it. "Come out you coward!"
Laughter rang in the air, feminine and seductive, and he stiffened. He whirled around, fist lashing out but no one was there.
Malak was seriously getting angry. "Come out this instant!" He was pumped and ready for a fight. The light from the moon glinted on something on the floor and he bent to pick it up, a training sword.
Malak isn't someonwhoat usually uses weapons, but that doesn't mean he doesn't know how to use one. He's espionage familiar with the sword.
He began to fill the sword with his energy, putting it in the tampon until it glowed red hot. Then he whipped it forward and backward, both sideways. Fast. Half a dozen swords inintentionallylasted out, striking all the places where he, the assassin, was, but he was met with empty air or simply cracking stones with his attack.
