Strike after strike, sparks flew from their blades like fireworks but Miranda gave herself to the animal within, she moved forward. Pressing her opponent around each tombstone, further into the black, his face hidden under the cloak it was a wonder he could see her. But with each strike his blade was there to block hers as swift as hers was to stop his. She could hear the laughter; it was not from her opponent but from the darkness all around them. Mocking, waiting for her to make a mistake, until she felt her blade strike something other than steel….