Hope is a subtle glutton, he feeds upon the fair,
And yet, inspected closely, what abstinence is there!
Allister shook his head and sighed, again the with shadows must be very boring to have to keep making things out of shadows to counter every single attack. Allister would just lose concentration, one bad part about being a sword fighter, being able to focus on lots of things at once made focusing one thing very difficult. But whatever, Allister eyed the new attack with mild amusement. Whatever, he closed his eyes and disappeared into the shadows once more, there was no need to try and move out of the way for an attack like that when it was easier to use the shadows. Besides, thats what the enemy had done, maybe he'd be able to tell where they were. Or not.
His is the halcyon table, that never seats but one,
And whatsoever is consumed, the same amounts remain.