Kalys felt the knife in his boot press against his free hand and let it go.  "I'm not certain that you'd have been able to move...but if we consider this the second half of our duel then the point goes to you my dear."  He sounded resigned and tired.  Thinking of what he did to his sister always shocked him to the core.  The brutality that had been trained into him had come out in those final moments.  She'd never known it was him.  He'd kept his mask on even as he crushed her throat beneath his foot, tears streaming down his masked face as he did what had to be done.  "I...I have to go," he said suddenly.  Shaking her grip off and walking to his belongings.  He replaced his gear and disappeared off into the trees, remembering what she said about the family's property line.  He moved with speed to put distance between himself and Skylar.  "Don't follow me," his voice seemed to whisper back to her out of the night air.