Skill B3C10

Blake charged in and swung her daggers for my head. I parried them easily, which was the first sign she'd intended me to, but it was when she pushed close and spoke that I realised she'd never meant for them to hit. "When I vanished, you instantly attacked behind you. How did you know I'd be there?"

"It seemed obvious," I said, curious to see where this would go. I was stronger than her in terms of raw Strength, but I held the lock instead of breaking it. "I'm in full armour, and I have decent defences. I figured the best bet would be to get behind me where I couldn't block."

"And in doing so, you thought of what an Assassin like me would do. That is what I mean by thinking like a Rogue." Blake smirked and twisted her blades to the side, Crocea Mors fell free and towards her, but she diverted it with the back of her hand, before she hammered the pommel of her dagger into my chest.