Clara was sweating after maybe ten minutes of fighting the shadow. He was fast and strong making him the harest opponent she had ever fought. She had heard Artimer call out to her a few times but every time she treied to concentrate and tell him she was okay but to hurry the shadow attacked her more viciously. She needed all of her strength and concentration just to block all of his hits, "You are quite fun to dance with but you are not very good." He commented as though they were sparring but his next swing cut her arm deeply. She gritted her teeth and refused to cry out or show signs of pain.<br/><br/>"This isn't a dance you freak what are you trying to acchieve?" She demanded as she ccharged him and elbowed him the stomach and heard a satisfying oomph from him. So he was not invincible and could be injured but she had to find a way inside his guard. She went to back away but something grabbed her hair from behind. She hated that! Then she was backhanded when she had lost her concentration. The hit had been so hard that she had been knocked off her feet and slid across the ground about a five feet.