The short, unhappy life of Anathema Macomber.

Nathy took a deep breath and a tentative step.  Probing the darkness before her with her sword.  Tactically dumb, she knew.  Anyone wishing her harm in the darkness could just grab the weapon before her eyes adjusted enough to see them.  It was smarter to keep the weapon back and at the ready and force the enemy to attack the body first trusting your armor to repel the initial blow.

Smarter, sure, Nathy thought, smarter would have stayed the #!!< outside.