In a matter of nanoseconds, the flying sword gathered into one place, creating a thin, yet strong metal plate. Instantly deflecting the knife that was headed for his head to another direction, Frigs sighed a small sigh of relief.
But it was not over, as what greeted him next was the sight of the dark elf jumping over the thin metal sheet. His shadow blocked the small amount of light that managed to slip through the small gaps of the trees.
Frigs dodged to the right, barely avoiding the slightly purple coloured blade of the sword the dark elf used to do an overhead attack. The dark elf landed with the sword hitting the ground and, wasting not a single second, he swung his sword to the right.
As he did that, the blade of the steel sword of Frigs was a few centimetres away from his throat. But the dark elf proceeded. He deflected the sword coming for his throat with his own sword by slightly altering his swing and targeting the sword.
