Ahcehera's mind raced. Those moves... They're from the Imperial Combat Manual! But how? That technique is restricted to members of the royal family and their elite guards.
Her grip tightened on her weapon, but she didn't interfere. She needed to see more, to confirm her suspicions.
Rohzivaan's next strike was even more telling. He leaped into the air, his body spinning as he delivered a shot directly to the creature's head.
The precision, the power, it wasn't just skill. It was mastery.
The beast let out a final, guttural cry before collapsing to the ground. Rohzivaan landed lightly on his feet, barely breaking a sweat.
Ahcehera stepped out of the shadows, her eyes narrowing as she approached him. "Where did you learn to fight like that?"
Rohzivaan turned to her, his mismatched eyes unreadable. "I don't know. It just... felt natural."
Her gaze hardened. "Those moves aren't 'natural.' They're exclusive to the royal family. Care to explain?"
