Time seemed to slow down for Tesarius, the noises around him muffling, safe for the sound of the stallion's hooves as it galloped its way towards them, the masked rider on top riding with a confidence he had never seen before.
Aurora… riding a horse.
With her sword held high, Aurora waited until she was closest to the rebels before she brought it down in one swing, slitting the throat of a rebel mercilessly. Blood smeared on her masked face, her silver hairs let loose around her face save for the hairs on top tied up in a ponytail.
Aurora… doesn't know how to use a sword.
Behind her was aquiver of arrows, her bow attached to her hip with the sheathe of her sword. Judging by her stance, Tesarius knew she was the one that fired the arrow at Heronimo.
Aurora… doesn't know archery either.
