His voice was almost puppetlike, as if someone was controlling him. It was eerie to say the least and the way he looked at Ming Yue was strange. His eyes locked onto her in an obsessive way and yet the pupils were black. There was some movement in them, almost as if there was something lurking within the depths.
Ming Yue steeled herself and stepped forward
"Sacrifice? No, this is your death."
She moved immediately, brandishing her sword as she aimed to destroy him. With Pale Moon in play, she pushed him back as far as she could, not giving him even an inch of space, a second to breathe, no opportunities to retaliate.
She would not allow it, but how long could she continue doing this?
