The man glided over to where Myles and I stood. A cold mist settled over our feet and the rain froze into sleet. I could smell his magically tainted breath from where I stood. The smell seeped into my nose and spread fear throughout me like a poison.
A bloody nose and some dirt smeared across his face could not hide his hansom features and tear filled eyes.
I, however, stood my ground.
I jumped at the noise of another person, but it ended up looking more like a twitch.