She drove her curved blade through the Occultist's heart with a rapture, an expression of pure joy on her sculpted features. His eyes lingered on her for a moment more as his sword sang its way back into guard position after deflecting two of the massive Blade Golem's attacks, his free hand already weaving the spell that would destroy it in an instant.
She thought she knew Blackblade, and she was dead wrong. She had been operating under the assumption he had been some sort of bodyguard for the Mistress...that he had been there to keep her, and everyone else, safe. And while truth had many faces, and all of them are masked...that was far from any remotely acceptable version of it.
Even her assumptions about him were far from the mark, but that was somewhat more understandable. To her, like to many of those who had met him, including his future Bregan colleagues, he appeared like a frivolous swordsman, a whimsical mage, a mere executor. Even when he mentioned his profession, they didn't understand their fundamental error. Well, none but one of them, that is...
This was going to be entertaining...
He smiled at her somewhat surprised, approving stare, eyebrows arched as he casually stepped over the smoking carcass that had been his adversary.
Oh, and this is nothing. You'll see...