-HUUMMM!!!!!!
...What the hell is this..?
Roan thought as he felt a presence vaster than anything he had ever encountered. His body began to tremble under that ancient force radiating out from Ash, a pressure that seeped into his very bones, making his instincts scream at him to run.
How..?
Even then, he was an assassin. He had been trained to endure all kinds of torture, and one part of that training was resisting the unnatural fear that could break a man's will. His heart pounded wildly, but he forced his mind to gather itself, his willpower holding against the storm pressing on him.
His body reacted on instinct, his daggers rising just in time to block. Ash had appeared out of nowhere, his sword already descending in a heavy strike.
The attack carried a strange weight. It was not only strength, but something deeper, as if the strike itself bore down with the pressure of the mountains.
