Arena

You look around, searching for signs of her presence; a spot of blood, a broken twig, anything. An imprint in the dirt catches your eye and you follow this to another.

As you follow the prints, you hear the reverberating hiss of a sword cutting through the air. Instinctively, you dive to the side, landing in a roll as the thin blade of a katana sticks into the dirt you were just standing.

Your eyes fall on the katana you gave her back at the swamp. It hovers in the air, held by the invisible Coryn. You wonder how she came upon the invisible fiber optic suit. For now, though, you are thankful that you can locate the woman