Ghostwalker
a black mass emerged from the misty shadows, opening their eyes the drakwatch horse-men pulled their horses in a cross formation then crossed their gold tepid rippers to stop him but the chilling resolve that surrounded the black dressed man said enough, they pulled their horses back and put their swords back in their sheaths . The three nerves guards walked around the shadow man quickly and silently. The mans stride was great and relaxed.
A quick glance from the mans sharphaired blue eyes, and the knights heeled their horses, in fear they ran away from the demon-man.
Walking down an old dusty road the man called Ghostwalker walked calmly toward his next task his next victim, the height of the moon told him it was midnight but he cared little. The air was misty and smelled heavy with water
"the rain will be upon me soon" he thought. placing a hand on his sword, he felt the presence of another living thing. He let out a low growl . "lets see," he thought to himself
" there is about six of you" the ghostwalker said with amusement lining his words. " let me guess. Two of you are on my lift side...humm...and three of you are at my flank, then you the last one, you are at my right side. " was I correct" a small smile spread across his face as he turned his head in the direction of the three men who crouched in wait.
The six men creped out from the busies, sword at the ready, the youngest of the six bandits
flinched in sheer fear of the man if front for him, his jet black hair clung to his chest in a knotted mass. The ghostwalker sharphaired eyes wounded to the youth. a chilling resolve fell around the young boy, his gaze sent shivers up and down his spine. Felling scared the youth said.
"silent as a grave are ye" as the kids hands started to shake almost losing gripe of his sword. The ghostwalkers eyes moved away for him and on to his fellow brothers, his hand reaching for his sword pulling it out in lighting speed, slashing outwards , the ghostwalker sword found its first taste of blood of the night.
Five of the six bandits fell to the ground in a bloody mess, ghostwalker turned around to look at the boy who still stud untouched, the youth fell to the ground with tears streaming from his eyes, then the boy started to beg for his life.
"no please don't kill me" the boy cried in fear" p please don't I beg you" the ghostwalker moved closer to the boy, his sword back in its sheath, putting a hand on the hilt of his sword , the boy fell silent. This amused the ghostwalker, he let out a low growl.
"whats wrong cat got your tung little boy?" he said in a deep voice. The boys eyes grew large . He dropped his sword and pulled himself off the ground in a hurry, franticly funning for the woods hoping to get away from the ghostwalker.