[The danger he's been in the past ten years has proven itself useful, at least—and he's familiar enough with the movement of a horse to make half-decent predictions about the creature's path. That said, even if he's still far enough from the horn, he isn't prepared for the shadows that the intruder wields. As he attempts to dart out of the way of the diverted charge after his successful strike, the darkness crashes into his sword arm and tears through his glove and sleeve.]
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[Gritting his teeth, he manages not to lose hold of his sword, though his attempt to retreat to a more advantageous position, closer to the nearest fence, isn't quite as smooth as before. He doesn't know how to deal with those shadows, an isn't sure what else his enemy might be capable of...]
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[Gritting his teeth, he manages not to lose hold of his sword, though his attempt to retreat to a more advantageous position, closer to the nearest fence, isn't quite as smooth as before. He doesn't know how to deal with those shadows, an isn't sure what else his enemy might be capable of...]