The sound of metal clashing against metal resounded throughout the arena as Mrazivý met Ghazi's ax with her sword. With each strike the two of them made the ground shook and the adamantine stage beneath them crumpled.
Both of them were displaying extraordinary feats of power, but Mrazivý was clearly at a disadvantage.
Though she had been able to keep up with him while her unique skills were in effect, now that they had worn off it was taking her everything she had just to receive Ghazi's blows. Ever slash from his ax caused her hands to go numb and her face had warped into a pained grimace.
"You seem to be much slower now. What happened to the warrior that was dashing around me and attacking with such ferocity? It is as if I am facing a kitten now instead of a tiger."
With a disappointed look on his face, Ghazi used an attack skill that greatly boosted the potency of his swing and blasted Mrazivý back.
