Tristan was not looking great. Blood dripped from one side of his face, but his cerulean eyes burned with a vicious light, and his white hair whipped and fluttered in the wind. The usual tiredness was gone from his gaze — though the dark circles beneath his eyes stayed where they always were.
He gripped his two daggers like his life depended on them.
It wouldn't be far-fetched to say it actually did.
The creature he had been clashing with stood almost languidly, a lazy smile on his pale face. He looked like there was no blood beneath his skin at all. Madness and amusement burned in his eyes — though with this creature, the two seemed inseparable.
"You fight well, for a weak human."
Tristan held a tight frown, and still managed a fierce grin.
"And you don't seem to be taking me serious. Looks like you need to lose a limb to learn your lesson, huh."
The creature laughed, razor-sharp teeth blazing. Then he twisted the laugh into a grin.
