Light shone through the jagged tears and neat slashes in Draco’s cloak. The metal of his blade gleamed in the light. In the places where it was not dripping with blood that is. Holding it out at an angle away from him his arm was half-hidden under the cloak as he stood with his back to Baliraj.
When Baliraj gasped Draco’s head twitched to the side, he almost looked over his shoulder but paused for a moment. Then seemed to think better of it and turned his face forward once more.
Slashing his sword through the air blood flew from the blade to splatter on the ground. Draco wiped down the blade with a scrap of paper before using an oiled cloth.
The scrape of the metal sliding back into it’s sheath was the only noise. The silence stretched on for a few more moments.
Baliraj didn’t realize he had been holding his breath until he exhaled as Draco reached up to start undoing the clasp of his cloak. The tinkling of the gold beads seemed to bring