Dodge, dodge, dodge, dodge, strike, dodge, dodge, cast, dodge, strike, strike, dodge...
Eldrian's dance with the Terror continued with only a distant end in sight. Its incessant rain of attacks from all directions forced Eldrian more often on the defensive than the offensive.
Infuriating, perhaps. Eldrian wasn't too frustrated with the battle itself. Yes, it was taking far longer than he had expected. But it was also quite fun.
The two of them, elf and demon, were equally matched. As the match continued, it became a straightforward test of skill and endurance.
And, most importantly, Eldrian didn't need to worry as his fight drew on and on. He already knew what direction the battle as a whole was taking. It was not like other times when every second mattered. The most assistance he could provide was precisely what he was doing.
Providing intel and distracting one Terror.
