Her opponent was in the room.

In the darkness, she only saw what seemed to be a silhouette of her opponent. Even so, the tall and study man was tall and mighty. He had a scythe on him as a weapon. To most, this would be a scary image. To Ayleth though, the scythe's symbol, death, was a common part of life.

Ayleth crept slowly, as to avoid making any noise. Nimble and agile, she did not trip or stumble over the crumbled rocks on the dust coated floor. This bland, broken room was about to come to life. Ayleth felt her blood flowing faster... The edge of Deadpetal was glazed over in crimson ice. The "watermelon effect" sounded fun and all... but this was no child friendly effect. This bacteria infested ice was so intoxicated, it was stained red. Capable of stinging, burning, itchiness, even skin decay, Ayleth's blood ice was certainly something one would not like to make skin contact with. Actually getting cut with it was even worse. Infections of various kinds could wreak havoc on the body. Not to mention headaches and hallucinations that could come up as much as five minutes after the cut. Like all ice too, blood ice of course led to frostbite.

Okay, so maybe this stuff was fun... for Ayleth to watch. As her victims writhed in misery and pain. Yeah, lot's of fun!

The icy warrior made her move. She vigilantly stalked her opponent, waiting for her moment. She usually did not sneak attack like this. An opportunistic fighter though, she accepted the challenge. The mud elf planned on nicking her opponent's neck (or face if the neck didn't work.) She didn't need to even cut him, just tap him with the icy blade and she would be satisfied enough. Ayleth though, shot high. A good cut was worth a shot. Her own silhouette was right behind her opponent's, like two puppets acting out a scene in a show. Ayleth smirked, confidence shining through as she, in an instance of enhanced speed, made the lunge.