Blood dripped from Revan's nose.
A thin, steady stream that ran over his upper lip and fell from his chin into the mud.
"Hahahahaha..."
The sound came out raw and hoarse and soaked in something that wasn't humor at all. His shoulders shook.
The black shroud of manifested Aura rippled around his body with each convulsion, bending the fog away from him in waves.
"I understand now."
The words came out quiet. Almost gentle.
"I understand ALL of it."
Revan grinned. Wide. The blood on his lips made it look feral.
The knight's violet eyes stared at him from behind the helm.
It hadn't moved since the failed cleave. Its sword was still raised, the dark flames crawling along the edge, but the certainty that had driven every one of its attacks was gone.
Replaced by something that might have been caution.
Revan drew a deep, heavy breath.
"Hey."
The word cut through the heavy air. Revan took a slow step forward.
"Brace yourselves. This is where the real fight starts."
