Swords continued to clash, the sound of ringing metal went on without a stop. Sending strong vibrations in the air that makes the knees wobble in place.
"Gah!" he groaned as he blocked the attack from the side. Their blades locked for the nth time and Abhartach pressed on Darius. The young man felt the stone wall behind him, but knowing he can't let the fight go on like that.
Darius kicked his opponent on the stomach, sending the monarch at least a meter away.
His sweat dripped nonstop like fresh morning dew, his breathing was heavy, but thankfully… the opponent seemed to be just as tired as he is.
'He should be dead by now! Damn it!' He cursed as he eyed the spreading poison on the monarch's face.
Abhartach charged once again, his sword thrusting forward to stab Darius, but the young man side-stepped.
The flame sword went straight to the wall behind Darius, the tip embedding in the hard material of the wall.
