Hoshor Plains Looking for life

Patience, this time, aided him.

While the russet assailant strove toward him, eager in intent, the footing was misjudged and he crumbled unwisely to the earth. Aries watched as he slipped, watched as he rose, but it was far too late - the silencer struck, heaving his weight into the chest of the stranger and surmounting him against the soil in which he'd fallen. The Svartell was not incautious enough, however, to push aside the prospect of another attack. Vigilance was his ally.

It was a brief interlude between their sinister dance, in which the soldier stared down upon this aggressor with a dead gleam in his gaze, poised to strike in finality. If there was one thing he knew; hesitance could kill a man.