'Third Form, Flow Redirection.'
With fluid motions, Mrazivý swung her sword and used one of the special techniques she had learned from the Sword Savant.
The vicious rush of attacks Mara was throwing at her were swept away and never came close to reaching her.
At first Mrazivý had to devote all of her focus to parrying, but as the seconds passed on, she adjusted to her opponent's burst of strength.
Soon she was finding opportunities to counterattack, and her sword weaved past Mara's guard.
The wounds were shallow, sometimes barely even cutting through a few layers of skin. Still, the damage was racking up, and after thousands of exchanges Mara was drenched in blood.
"Damn You!"
Letting out a furious roar, Mara swung her ax down with the greatest amount of force she had ever mustered. It was empowered by every one of her strongest abilities and the Primeval Demonic Essence she had consumed.
