The air suddenly rippled with shadow right in the path of the sparks, absorbing them easily. Blacker than a stormy night, the shadow coalesced into the figure of a strange creature neither Roharein nor Senju-nata had ever seen before. The creature flexed and beat her rather large black feathery wings to loosen them and sheathed and unsheathed her talons a few times, the artificial moonlight glinting menacingly off them. The breeze caught in her waist-length, raven-black hair, causing it to sway slightly. In her hand, she grasped a vicious-looking glaive that emanated a dark power.

She stared beyond the two warriors, listening to something coming from within herself.

Kill that one, Rhavyn. Kill him and earn my favor, for, if you should fail, you will incur my wrath.

Rhavyn nodded slightly and whispered to herself under her breath. "Yes, Master. It shall be as you decree."

Turning her attention to the two standing before her, Rhavyn's eyes shifted to the one her master had indicated. He was a formidable-looking warrior with a great sword held across his shoulder. Showing absolutely no emotion, Rhavyn stuck the butt end of her glaive into the rocky soil and leaned slightly upon it.

"It seems there are not enough of us gathered here yet for the true dance of death to begin. But as soon as more combatants gather, I will be among you all like a bolt of lightning."

OOC: Just a side note: That last speech by Rhavyn will probably be the most she will ever say for the duration of the fight. Now, come on, people! Join in the fun!

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