Introduction: A figure ran past the trees, faster than anything else in the forest, a shadow looming behind the figure. The figure turned, still running, and the black hood covering it's face was blown off by the wind. It whipped out a dagger and threw it at the shadow. It grabbed the dagger in a black tendril and the dagger was engulfed. The figure stopped and stood before the shadow, which also stopped and reared up. The figure braced itself, feet digging into the ground, cloak billowing in the wind, as it raised it's hands. A blast of purple magic flew towards the shadow...