Sight vs Marques

Cassandra and Bandit were walking down the streets of New York City, it was dark, already passed midnight. The only thing shining any light around the area was the dim light post. Its yellowish glow covered the area, as the only thing being heard was the clinking of the young woman’s cane upon the cemented ground and her faithful companions breathing. The air around them was cold, and a small sent of smog hug in the air.

She was wearing her typical outfit, jean pants, a black shirt, a dark blue jacket, with her black blindfold over her eyes. Because of the fact she legally was blind, she wore this, she hated when she could see people stair at her own pure white eyes. Even though Cassandra was blind, she had the ability to see through the eyes of any other living thing. This meant that she could see not only though the eyes of humans but animals as well, which is why Bandit is always seen with her, even though her rarely had a leash on.

She watched through the eyes of Bandit as they walked, because it was the eyes of a dog she was seeing through, everything seemed black and white. She walked slowly with her walking cane in hand, just in case she was to misstep, something she has done before. The two continued to walk quietly as she was close to reaching her apartment complex, the tired girl yawned as she moved her head side to side, trying to stretch it out.

“Were almost home boy, just another block.” She said happily as she reached down and pet the dog, its long brown fur was soft and warm.
Bandit simply wagged his tail and continued to walk keeping his eyes forward so that Cassandra would know where they were going.

A shadow moved at the side of the road. As a car drove past its bright headlights illuminated the person only for a second. His grey hair tied in a knot, his short beard slightly hid the grim expression on his face. The cold air of the night blew in his face as he pulled the collar of his long black coat up to keep his neck warm. He heard about a girl in this city, a girl who was blind yet somehow could see. All that Marques wanted in his life was knowledge, perhaps what she had was a mutant power, perhaps it was something he could learn for himself. He needed to find out.

He grabbed a piece of paper from his pocket and looked at the scribbles his contact had written on it. It was hard to read.. but he could make out an adress. He looked around him to see what street he was in.. But the signs were hidden in the darkness untill a blue glow apeared from his hand. He summoned his sword to illuminate his immediate suroundings. 'Jackson Street'  A small smile apeared on his face, he made it.. he guessed his sense of direction wasn't that bad. Marques made his way into the building she lived 'third story, room 32' he read of the little note in his hand. The door was locked but nothing a creditcard couldn't handle. He opened his coat and grabbed his wallet taking out one of his creditcards. With one swoop off his hand he pushed the card between the door and the lock, carefully he opened the door as he heard music playing in the room. The radio was still on. He looked around her room.. it was quite cozy.. especially for a blind person. There must have been some truth in the stories he heard about her.

He decided to wait for her outside. Waiting for her in the shadows until she came home. After about 15 minutes a girl wearing a blindfold with a dog came closer. A simple test would suffice to find out if she truly was as remarkable as people said she was. You can learn more from people by the way they fight, how they solve hard situations, which movements they make.. wether they show the other person respect or not. More so than a single conversation could ever do. With his telekinesis he picked up one of the steel garbage cans filled with the foulest smelling garbage and flung it towards Sight while remaining shrouded in the shadows.

The two companions continued to walk down the sidewalk to the apartment complex were they lived. Still using the sight of Bandit to be able to see, Cassandra watched as the two were now coming up to the complex. Reaching in her side pocket she pulled out her key and let out a sigh of relief, as they were about to walk up the steps to get in.

Suddenly the air around them shifts, Cassandra felt it as so did Bandit who not only felt it, but saw what was headed towards them. A metallic trashcan was flying through the air and towards the two. Still facing in the opposite direction of the in coming object Cassandra crouched down as she pulled Bandit close to her, trying to protect him as a loud clash was heard when the can smashed into a light post, causing a massive dent in the can. Letting go of Bandit the dog began to bark and crouch down into a defensive position.

The young woman continued to stay crouched down as she kept her head down, her mind scanning for any beings around her, and then it happened, her mind connected with that of another. Her sight shift from Bandits to the unknown person. The eyes fixed upon the two, Bandit was there barking the direction of the person while Cassandra was still seen crouched down, still facing the opposite direction of the person. Who ever it was, she could tell they enjoyed the shadows. Now slowly standing up she walked up to the dented trash can as she suddenly lost connection of sight with the person. This meant that they were more than twenty feet away from her, she then used her cane to feel her way around as the smell of stench filled the air, suddenly her cane hit something, the metallic can.

Reaching down with her free right hand she grabbed the handle of it and dragged it behind her as she began to walk back in the direction were it came from. Now reconnecting to the unknown’s person’s eyes she continued to keep her head down as she began to slowly move it back and forth as if trying to see, or hear for something. Then within seconds she let out a grunt as she flung the trashcan back in the direction of which it came, the trash flying out as it made its way back to the person. She then rose her cane upward and towards the person, a frown of frustration upon her face as she kept her head down.

“I don’t know who you are, or why you wish to quarrel with me but I will not be underestimated.” She said loudly enough for the person to hear. “Come, unless you are scared of a little blind girl.” She said as she took a step forward towards the person.

As the trashcan flew through the air towards the young girl Marques never took his eyes off the blind girl, he kept track of every little movement she made. She quickly responded to her dog reacting and ducked just in time, causing the trashcan to slam against a light pole. He was impressed by the reaction time this young girl showed, but he wasn’t sure yet if she was able to react in time because of her dog or if she truly had a gift. The question was quickly answered as she walked towards him dragging the dented trashcan behind her. She couldn’t have heard him, he made no movement, not even a sigh.. That could only mean she truly had the gift of a sight of some sort. Before the old man could say anything she flung the trashcan towards him. He was surprised by the strength of this young girl.. it was no simple task for a girl her age to throw an object like that. He quickly extended his arm and used his telekinesis to brush the incoming object to the side, slamming it into the wall. Metallic sounds echoed throughout the street. Trash flew all around him, plastic, rotten food.. the stench surrounded him. He looked at his left shoulder with a disgusted look on his face and brushed of a brown looking banana peal, his coat was covered in various stains.

A slight smile appeared on his face “Impressive.. I guess I earned that”.

She pointed her cane in Marques’s direction and began to speak. “I don’t know who you are, or why you wish to quarrel with me but I will not be underestimated. Come, unless you are scared of a little blind girl.” She mocked Marques.

“One thing you will learn of me, I never underestimate an opponent. In time you will learn the reason as to why I wish to battle you, I might not seem like it now but I’m a man of honour”. As Marques continued to talk he took of his scarf from his neck and folded it into a blindfold and bound it around his head, covering his own eyes.  “I do not desire an unfair advantage..”

He stood completely still for a couple of seconds allowing his remaining senses time to adjust to their surrounding. He felt the cold night air in his face, the stench from the garbage surrounding him became more potent, he heard the dog barking, even the clothes from the young girl made a soft sound as the cold night air brushed past them. He concentrated solely on the environment, the rats scurried around as they fed on the rotten fruit and vegetables near his feet. He took off his long black coat and held it his right hand as his left hand glowed blue and slowly formed a sword in his hand, the blue glow from the sword illuminated the area around it slightly. He brought his hand containing the sword down and scraped the edge of the blade on the cold concrete sidewalk releasing a piercing sound throughout the streets.. he listened. The sound bounced from object to object, it helped him determine the shape and size of certain objects around him. flew up as the sword scraped along the concrete until it suddenly stopped. Marques smiled and suddenly ran forward grasping his black coat tighter in his hand. As he got closer to both Bandit and Sight he threw his stained coat towards Bandit in an attempt to cover him and get him out of the way. With his now free hand he pointed his arm towards the window on his right side which he remembered was there. With a telekinetic blast he shattered the glass to try to confuse Sight and throw of her senses.

His hearing was locked onto her breathing and movement of her clothes all the while, slightly thrown off by the sound of the shattering glass. He raised his other hand containing the sword upwards and made a quick sideward’s slice aimed for her neck. Simultaneously he pulled up his right leg and in one thrust extended it in the direction of her chest trying to knock the very breath out of her. Afterwards he bend slightly through both his knees in a defensive stance, grasping his sword tightly with both of his hands in front of him awaiting his opponents next move.

After Sight spoke the man then spoke to to her, his eyes still focused upon her as his deep voice seemed to send chills down the young girls back. "One thing you will learn of me, I never underestimate an opponent. In time you will learn the reason as to why I wish to battle you, I might not seem like it now but I'm a man of honor." He said as she shift from his eyes to Bandit's, who watched him pull off a scarf from his neck and slowly began to fold it across his face, and over his own eyes. "I do not desire an unfair advantage..."

Cassandra stood there for a moment as she kept very still, the cold breeze danced through her black hair, causing it to wave gently back and forth as she could hear Bandit whimper. "Shhh, its ok boy, this will only take a few seconds." She said as she kept her cane in the air, pointing at the older man who was still standing as if adjusting to his surroundings. Just then he took off his black coat, holding it tightly in his right hand as his left hand began to glow, without warning a sword formed in his hand. "Or maybe a few minutes." She corrected herself as he pointed his blade downward, the tip of his blade scraping upon the cemented sidewalk, making a irritating sound that caused Cassandra to grit her teeth and tilt her head to the left as if trying to block out the sound. As she was busy trying to regain herself from the sound, she suddenly realized that the man was making a dash towards her, his feet making vibrations on the ground as she could hear his every foot step, looking through Bandits eyes for only a moment she watched helplessly as he threw his coat over her friend, covering his face and his eyes, causing Cassandra’s own world to go dark. With a smirk she got ready, holding her cane still out towards the man, if he was running straight towards her, she would be able to block his attack with ease.

But then something caught Sight off guard, the sound of glass breaking, a window if she wasn’t mistaken. Was there someone else? She side stepped as she stood ready for an attack from which the glass was broken at, but then her feet picked up vibrations once more, but still to the side of her were she was facing before, it was him, it had to be. Before she knew it, the air shift as the sound of blade cutting through air was heard coming towards her. Without hesitation she pulled up her cane and held it upward, as soon as she did she felt his blade clash into her cane, she feeling the heat of the sparks hitting her skin caused her to inhale sharply as the impact caused her to stumble back a few inches. Before she could realize what was going on, she felt something smash into her chest, it wasn’t a blade or something that could pierce through her skin, but it was powerful enough to send her flying a few feet back, smashing into a blue mail box that was sitting at the edge of the sidewalk. The loud smash could be heard for blocks as Cassandra groaned in pain, trying to get air back in her lungs as she put the end of the cane on the ground and pulled herself up, a sigh could be heard as she gently touched her chest. She never really fought anyone before, so she wasn’t sure how to go on with this, but this man, seemed to be serious, to fight a blind girl... well... sort of blind girl.

Not speaking she placed her right hand on the top of her cane while her left hand was about four inches from the top, holding onto it as well, then twist the top of her cane she pulled her right hand upward and away from her cane, the sound of sharp metal was heard as she pulled out her own blade from her walking cane, something she always carried with her. Not wanting to keep both her hands occupied she threw the canes case to the side, it hitting the side of a building and then clanking on the ground for a moment, she then stood there for a few seconds and searched the area around her, her mind scanning for others around, surprisingly she found something that could help her out, a small rodent was scurrying around the area, and was busy nibbling on what looked like a piece of cheese, but the way it was positioned she could see the two standing off in the distance. She smirked as she held her blade tightly and took a deep breath, which turned out to sting a little from the impact he made with it.

She then took off, watching herself from a distance running towards the man while holding tightly onto the blade, pulling it back she did her best to not make a sound as she could hear Bandit crying from a distance, as she came up to him she reached downward and pulled off the mans coat, freeing Bandit as she then shift her eyes from the rodents to the dogs. Not wasting time she could see him standing not too far away, taking this time she then thrust her blade forward, aiming at the left side and going for his shoulder, more towards the deltoid which helped with rotating the upper arm as well as moving it upward and downward, then with swift movements shift her weight and spun around him at the same time slashing downward at the back of his right leg, trying to get his gastrocnemius, a large muscle in the leg that helps control ankle movement and knee flexing.
After her turn Sight took a few steps back, her blade now being held diagonally across her body, the tip of it pointing towards her left shoulder while she held the end of it at her waist. She kept focus, trying to feel for the mans next movements as her breathing was in rhythm with her heart. “What is your name?” She softly asked.

As he let go off his coat it floated towards the dog’s head, covering its entire head. For just a second he could feel her movement shift, it had to do something with his action towards the dog, Was it just because she was worried about him or was it something else.. maybe a connection with the animal of some sort. He shattered the glass on the side to throw her off guard, for a second it seemed to work, judging from the movement of her clothes she shifted her attention to the side. With one strong movement he struck out with his sword at her neck but it was caught by her with an object, probably her cane. The impact made an metallic sound which echoed throughout the street, for a couple of seconds everything became clear for him as he heard the sound bounce from object to object. It was as if he could see in sound patterns, which could only be described as waves in his mind. He felt the impact of his sword with the object throughout his arm, his muscles flexed as his hand gripped the handle of his sword tighter. He unleashed a kick to her chest which hit his target and knocked her back against a mail box. Once again a loud noise made its way throughout the street, for a couple of second his vision was clear again. He might have hurt her, but he was impressed by her skills. It was no easy task to stop his blade, especially for someone who was still so young and blind. He himself had practiced centuries to reach this level of awareness with his senses, but how could someone so young achieve the same level?

Her breathing became heavy, there was no doubt that she was recovering from the impact his kick made on her chest. Marques could hear her every move but then another sound was heard similar to when he scraped the concrete street with his sword. For a moment his vision became clear again.. From her cane she pulled a metallic strip. Probably a weapon of some sort. Following the screeching sound was a metallic clank, it sounded hollow, bouncing three times before coming to a hold. He could hear her take a deep breath, a sound he was familiar with, a sound most opponents made before an attack. Suddenly he heard footsteps quickly coming in his direction, he placed himself in a defensive position, one leg bended while the other was stretched, his sword held diagonally in front of him.

The sound of her dog crying drowned out the sound of her footsteps, he needed to focus, he could hear the sound of a piece of cloth whirling in the wind and the dog’s crying became more apparent. Suddenly a new sound entered his ear, something came at him with great speed. He brought his sword up towards the sound and felt an impact on his sword followed by the sound of a metallic clank, but it did not cease there, the metallic object scraped past his sword. A sharp pain entered the top of his shoulder, he felt the cold touch of metal enter his flesh. The tendons on his shoulders were severed, he lost his grip on his sword but managed to hang on to it. He already felt the crimson liquid pouring out from his wound. But the attack was not over yet, she came up behind him but the metallic sound from the first attack gave her movement away, in that split second he could clearly see her movement as he turned with her in the same direction. Just as she was about to slice his leg he crouched down, with his free hand he placed the palm of his hand in front of her blade while letting out a telekinetic blast powerful enough to stop her blade before it reached his flesh. He gritted his teeth from the pain in his shoulder but after closing his eyes for a moment the grim look on his face disappeared. It was a technique he learned from his time with the Buddhist monks, to have full control of the synapses in his own body, including those of pain.

He heard her voice once more, still gentle but firm. ‘What is your name?’.

He touched his shoulders with his hand and felt the thick sticky liquid between his fingers.. ‘.. Well since it seems you drew first blood you have earned the right to know my name, my name is Marq…’ Suddenly his sentence was interrupted by the sound of police sirens. He took of his blindfold and watched as several people looked down on them from their illuminated rooms onto the street. It seemed he had overstayed his welcome in this neighbourhood. He looked back at the young girl and gave her one last smirk.

‘If you wish to continue our little… conversation. I suggest we look for a more suitable place to finish it. Follow me if you so wish, and remember.. I can show you ways of fighting you have not seen before, I know what is in your heart.. a young girl like you who already walks around with a sword, you’re much like I once was..’

With this said he used his telekinesis to destroy the glass inside the lantern poles making it pitch dark in the streets and impossible for the inhabitants to see where he was going. He blasted the door from a building open and walked inside towards the dark concrete basement, concrete pillars held the ceiling up. ‘Come’ was his final word to the young girl while waiting in anticipation if she would follow him.

As Cassandra’s blade sliced through the air she then felt a sharp stop, and then the smell of something we, metallic and salty filled the air. The smell of blood. She then knew that her attack on his shoulder made it. Still moving she pulled the blade out of the mans shoulder but quickly spun around, swinging her blade once more but this time at the mans lower leg. But then some short of unknown force stopped her attack, just inches before her blade would have sliced through once more. She stumbled back a little fro the force of impact and held her blade in place. Her head tilted to the mans direction. Threw Bandits eyes she could see the look of pain on the mans face as he felt his wounds with his bare hands. Guilt began to make its way through her as she then softly spoke to him.

“What is your name?” Still in her defensive stance, her blade still being held firmly as Bandit stood by her side, a low growl escaping from his teeth.

She smell the blood, the sent stronger as she held the blade close to her, she could tell her blade was dripping with it. The young girl never liked the smell, it only meant someone must be in pain. She frowned from her own actions as she then picked up her head as she began to hear him speak.

“Well since it seems you drew first blood you have earned the right to know my name, my name is Marq…” He was then cut off by the sound of sirens, police sirens to be exact.

Cassandra’s head turned to the direction of the incoming sound as Bandit never kept his eyes off of the mysterious man. She could see him pull off his blindfold and his eyes shift around. Sight then concentrated for a moment and looked through the mans eyes, as she could then see what had happened, many people from the apartment complex were standing behind their windows, looking down upon the two warriors. She figured they must have called the police when the two began to duel with one another.
 She then watched as the man looked back at her, her head now turning back to him as she heard him speak once more, his deep voice seemed to almost rumble in the darkness.

“If you wish to continue our little… conversation. I suggest we look for a more suitable place to finish it. Follow me if you so wish, and remember.. I can show you ways of fighting you have not seen before, I know what is in your heart.. a young girl like you who already walks around with a sword, you’re much like I once was..”

Cassandra stood their, listening to each of his words, they hung in her mind as she lowered her head a moment, thinking of what was said. She had so many questions, how did he know about her? Why did he attack her? Was it a test? She shook her head as the sound of glass was suddenly heard around them. She didn’t move or even twitch at the sound, she knew he was putting out the lights for a swift escape. The sound of what seemed like a door being forced open echoed through the area as people were heard yelling in panic and anger.  She then heard him once more.

“Come” Was all she heard from him. His voice seemed to draw her towards him. Her head didn’t turn to his direction but she stood there. Her mind still wondering with question. She could feel the air shift around her, she knew he took off, wanting her to follow him. If this was a trap, she wouldn’t know, for all she knew, he would have others waiting for her. But he seemed to be a man with some honor. She could already hear the whimper of Bandit to her, opposing what she was thinking.

“You don’t have to follow you know…” She said to her companion as she pat his head lightly. Her long brown hair hung over her face as she lift her head to the direction the man left and with a deep breath she took off after him, her feet following in the same direction of his. She could see actually just find in the dark building. Moths were busy fluttering around the area, their eyes able to see in the darkness that surrounded her. Her footsteps were light, and seemed to barley touch the ground at all, only making soft taps on the ground, if you listened carefully, which she knew he would.

She then made her way in, making the turns were it was necessary, she could barley catch the glimpse of him running past other living creatures that were in the building. She then stopped as she reached the basement of the building, a creek heard as she took one step on the stairs. She bit her lower lip, knowing she was know given away. Still holding onto her blade tightly she walked down the stairs, her free hand helping her guild herself down by gently running her fingers across the cold, rough, concrete wall. When she reached the bottom she kept her head lowered, trying to hear for the man, she could hear his low breathing.

Cassandra made her way to him, making each step carefully as she now stood only a couple of feet away from him, now seeing through the eyes of a nearby fly that was hanging on the wall. She was standing by some sort of concrete pillar, it was to her right as she then lift her head up just slightly her face now up at him as she parted her lips, air filled her lungs as she then exhaled, moving her tongue and lips in motion as she spoke, only above a whisper. “Well… your name please?”

Marques stood in the middle of the basement, statuesque as always and shrouded in darkness. Blood was still pouring from his shoulder in a small stream down his arm. Too much blood loss would surely cause him to lose consciousness. He still had the scarf that he used as a blindfold in his left hand, with a couple of twists he folded it into somewhat of a tourniquet. He tied it around the top of his shoulder and underneath the armpit, a sharp pain entered his body as he pulled it tighter but it never revealed a sign of it on his face. To show pain, was to show weakness in his experience. He was intrigued by this young girl, not because of her skill with the sword or the way she could see while being blind. No, it was something else.. it was her attitude, she pretended to be uncertain and frightened. But how many girls of her age would pick up a sword and show the courage to stand before him in a fight? In his thousands of years of being on this earth he could count them on one single hand.

Suddenly he could hear a sound, it was a soft sort of tapping. No doubt her footsteps. A smile crept on his face, so this girl wanted to know who he was? He wasn’t even interested anymore in her eyesight, there was something special about this girl, with his training she could become a skilled assassin, perhaps even a hero if she so wished. He wasn’t one to force sides onto anyone, he was only interested in gaining knowledge, and in a way.. passing knowledge onto others was a way to gain it.

She was getting nearer, she seemed to be nervous but yet she didn’t falter for even for a moment. His sword had already disappeared from his hand, he was unarmed for the moment. It seemed to inspire at least some confidence in her as she walked up to him to only a few feet distance from each other. She slowly tilted her head, Marques looked down at her and stopped his breathing for a while to show how she would react but she seemed unphased by it.

“Well… your name please?” She softly spoke to him.

‘Marques is what they call me, although it has changed some through the course of history. For some reason you intrigue me my dear. How is it that you did not guide the police down here.. or even to come down here yourself?’

He waited for a couple of moments to hear her response before speaking again.

‘Now, I can show you ways to improve your swordsmanship skills, you could become someone of great wisdom and skill with my training, even more so then you are now.’ Suddenly he no longer used his voice to talk but used his telepathy instead.

‘I know you can hear me in your head.. you could learn to read my mind and be aware of any strike I might make before I actually do. In return I ask for nothing,’

All the while he kept one thing in mind ‘in time you will repay me.. you will grow to be someone of great importance who in time will show me your teachings’

‘Now, show me your skill with a blade!’

Suddenly Marques lashed out at her with a backhand strike aimed for her left cheek while forming his sword in his right hand. He thrust his sword forward towards her stomach while at the same time attempting to step forward with his left feet aimed for her right ankle to throw her off-balance. Afterwards he used the momentum on his left leg to spin around her back while bringing his sword up to cut of her blindfold trying to see just how her eyes looked. The blue glow from his sword illuminated the immediate area of the sword as he brought it up in between her and his face.

Cassandra stood there for what seemed like forever, low drips of water could be heard to the left of her as she kept her breathing in check. She followed the mysterious warrior down to the basement of a building, she was curious, just as he was about her. Who was he? And why was he interested in herself? She asked her question, and awaited for his answer which came out in a low voice, and almost, foreign.

“Marques is what they call me, although it has changed some through the course of history. For some reason you intrigue me my dear. How is it that you did not guide the police down here.. or even to come down here yourself?”

She paused for a moment, she COULD have gotten the police to follow her down to the basement, or even just told them about Marques but… she couldn’t help it, it was as if she was being drawn to him.

She kept her stance as she responded back to him. “Well, Marques, I suppose you can that I too am intrigued by you. You don’t seem to be around from here, that’s too obvious. You came to this city for a reason, and yet… you come only to start up a spar with a lowly blind girl? Why do I interest you so much?”

She waited as he then began to speak once more.

“Now, I can show you ways to improve your swordsmanship skills, you could become someone of great wisdom and skill with my training, even more so then you are now.” She stood there as his voice seemed to swirl into her mind. ‘I know you can hear me in your head.. you could learn to read my mind and be aware of any strike I might make before I actually do. In return I ask for nothing,’ She continued to stay silent, what he was telling her almost seemed… unreal. Was he really offering to take her under his wing? To teach her his ways? ‘in time you will repay me.. you will grow to be someone of great importance who in time will show me your teachings’ Her mind began to wonder off, all the possibilities of her finally getting respected by others, no longer just a ‘poor blind girl’ but a true warrior. Before she could think of other possibilities his voice then rang out.

“Now, show me your skill with a blade!”

Cassandra snapped out of it as she felt a pain rush to her left cheek, causing her head to shoot to the down to the right, catching her off guard. Her cheek burned from the impact and stung as she then caught something from the fly’s eyes. A glimpse of a blade being trust at her. She quickly lift up her sword, the two blades clashed with each other, sparks lighting up the area for just a split second as the heat from them hit her bare skin on her arms.

She then heard the shifting of his left foot, sweeping across the ground, he was going ot try and knock her down. She quickly jumped up as his foot came under her, dirt being kicked up underneath her as she felt the air shift and the blade pull away from her sword. He was moving behind her. Still in the air she shift her body, her body turning as she felt a tug and then heard a tear from her face.

His sword cut down through her blindfold down right in the middle of her face. A gasp escaped from her mouth as the cloth slowly made its way down to the ground between the two fighters. Her first reaction was to keep her eyes closed, to turn away and cover them. She was embarrassed of her eyes, they were not normal and because they weren’t, she was often made fun of.

But for some reason she didn’t even flinch after he gasp, she stood there, her eyes seemed to look forward, the iris of the eye white as snow as the pupil was a light gray color. She couldn’t seen the blue light before her eyes, but she could feel the energy raiding off of it. Cassandra knew if he was to kill her, he would have done so already, she felt somewhat… safe. The blind fighter didn’t move for a few seconds, allowing Marquise to look upon her eyes if he wished. She knew she didn’t have to hide herself from him.
As the two still faced each other she asked in a firm voice. “What must I do to learn your ways?” She lowered her sword to show a moment of truce. She was sick of being thought as weak, she wanted… needed to become stronger.