The tall man staggered back, clutching his bleeding cheek. Aelrinder reappeared a few meters away, his spear poised for another strike. The tall man wiped the blood from his face and grinned, his eyes gleaming with excitement.
"You've got some skill, I'll give you that," the tall man said, twirling his blades. "But let's see how you handle this!"
With a swift motion, he lunged forward, his blades slashing through the air with deadly precision. Aelrinder parried the strikes with ease, his movements fluid and graceful. He countered with a series of rapid thrusts, aiming for the tall man's chest.
The tall man dodged and weaved, his blades a blur as he deflected each attack. The two warriors danced around each other, their movements a deadly symphony of skill and determination.
