The shadow stared down at the apparently lifeless body of Saphir; he couldn't tell whether or not she was truly dead, especially not underwater. He looked next to her; a previous victim was still there. He smiled; that 'victim' was essential to a plan... but he didn't recognise Saphir. Shrugging, he picked her up, and dragged her to the surface, throwing her roughly on shore. Now that he was on the surface, if anyone were to see him, he represesnted Olhal; all of his clothes were identical, and he was the same height and everything. The only differences was that his face was pure black, even the eyes being invisible, and so was the hair; like a silhouette. Also, all of his weapons were pure black too.
He placed her Saphir to Fyroh, then took Fyrohs sword from her hand. He swam back underwater, thrusting it deep into the ground at the bottom. He then resurfaced, and took all the rest of Fyrohs weapons, one by one, thrusting them into the ground. Even Fyrohs daggers were put to the bottom of the lake; the shadow then took his chainmail, and the rest of his armour, down, until Fyroh was only left in the tunic bottoms he had been swimming in. He then took the care to disarm Saphir too, before taking a sabre from his belt; that was the one weapon of his that Olhal did not appear to have.
He gave a high pitched smirk; although he hadn't talked yet, his voice appeared to be higher than Olhals by a considerable amount, which could be told by his breathing, and the occasional grunts he made. Slowly, he moved into sight of the people at the house, having been concealed by the trees beforehand. He took two swipes at the air in a threatening manner; they emitted a loud screeching noise, which instantly woke Olhal. Olhal cursed. "Get inside, Kabe!!" he commanded, before reaching inside his jacket; producing a golden handle of a sabre, identical to the sabre his shadow was holding, bar the blade. He focused, and a blade made from flames appeared. The two threw themselves at each other, but the dark Olhal was just too quick; within a few strikes Olhal was bleeding and on the grass. The dark Olhal gave a high pitched cackle, but didn't finish him; he waited until Olhal was back on his feet before they threw themselves at each other again.
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