It was a thick double-edged sword as tall as an adult. The color of the metal was unnatural. It looked as yellow as old parchment paper, and it was lined on both sides with alternating sharp fangs and holes in even intervals. Each tooth seemed to have a mind of its own because they were all moving independently of one another, coaxing air into the small holes in between each of them.
Finally, his body emerged from the smoke. He was an abnormally tall and extremely muscular man. Around his waist was a worn-out black sash that supported his raggedy brown pants. His long black hair flowed in the wind that he’d created, and he sneered, his red eyes focusing on me.
“I’ve been searching for you...dreaming of the day of our rematch. The parting gift you left me has been a pleasant reminder of the humiliation I endured at your hand,” he said, tracing his finger across a large scar across his bare chest. “Don’t worry about anyone interfering. This shroud is made up of enough barriers that even the strongest mages won’t be able to break through for at least the better part of a day. Perfect for our reunion, won’t you agree?” he smirked. “This isn’t over until one of us meets their end.”
Before I could break from my stunned state, he flew toward me and swung his blade at my neck, aiming to cleave it cleanly off.
It’s too late. I got lucky once, but I can’t do this. Not by myself. Not without you.
I could feel the edge of his steel sinking into my skin.
I’m...sorry.