Duncan approached the corner, hugging close to the wall making sure that he moves from shadow to shadow. His sword partially drawn to prevent the moonlight from glistening on it and compromising his stealth. Peering around the wall he saw nothing out of the ordinary. He started to move along the wall and found himself having to walk into a well lit area of the road where a few shop keepers had hung their lanterns burning outside their shops through out the night.<br/><br/>Cursing under his breath he wanted to turn back but decided he needed to patrol the entire perimeter and reluctantly walked out of the shadows and into the light. Shadows danced on the wall and on the road as a cat meowed in an alley. Dragon's Bane was now in his right hand as the swordsman walked along the road. A light shun briefly in the alley that the cat had just run out of and he heard a door open and close with the sound of chains being drawn tight. Sounded like a shop keeper was done for the day, he thought.<br/><br/>He turned his head away and took two steps before he felt the sickening tingle at the base of his neck and fierce sense of being drawn towards the alley. Duncan stopped and pointed his sword at the alley as he prepared for the inevitable to come. There were another immortal close by and from the intensity of the "draw" he knew their paths will cross tonight.<br/><br/>A hooded figure walked out of the ally, sword drawn and poised in a defensive stance. The figure stepped onto the road with confidence and it almost seemed to move effortlessly.<br/><br/>Minutes passed as the two immortals stood waiting for the other to pounce, sword cutting through the night. But it never came. And as the cool night wind blew over them, Duncan noticed the other's hood fall off to reveal a flock of hair that was unmistakeably that of a women.<br/><br/>He eased up on his defensive form and lowered his sword a little and peered into the now clearly visible face. There stood a woman in her mid twenties with sharp features that were striking yet strong at the same time. Eyes of green and skin an almost bronze color, this woman seemed to brandish her sword with little effort. Somehow Duncan knew that she was no stranger to using it and she looked as if she'd have no hesitation using it tonight.<br/><br/>Tension was high and they both knew that it would end in certain death for someone. But who would make the first move and who would make their last?<br/><br/>In the distance they both heard an unmistakable sound of a young girl in some form of distress. Duncan blew a sigh of relief as he knew it could not be the Lady Gweneth's voice but he still wanted to know who's it was since it came from the direction of the Gate.<br/><br/>Duncan was torn between wanting to run to the Gate and defending himself from this new adversary.<br/><br/>"I am Duncan McLeod from the Clan McLeod!" he hissed.<br/><br/>"Curse you woman! Make your move!"