Darkon slashed at me with his sword, but I managed to parry it my dragon sword. The ground beneath my body cracked from the impact, but since I was already practically lying down, it made no difference.
The moment the pressure lightened, I immediately rolled away with a huff. Darkon pursued, hacking away with his sword and leaving great furrows in the earth while cleaving apart trees unfortunate enough to be standing in the area.
"Ha ha ha ha! Die!"
Darkon crowed as he swung his sword in a series of basic patterns that ravaged the poor swamp we were in. Right now I was no longer avoiding the denizens of the Toxic Marshes. Venomous serpents, deadly crocodiles, swarms of poisonous bugs, and a myriad of other creatures dwelling the foul swamp were caught in the melee, ending up in noxious, steaming pieces. It seemed that even these poisonous creatures were unable to withstand the toxins that Darkon wielded, despite being bearers of poison themselves.
