Barely catching the hint in time, Jash dove deeper into the cave as Bil's walking stick was thrust into the cave wall. Rubble spilled out at Bil removed the stick and precisely followed Jash, always keeping the young man within striking distance.
One swing tore through the floor. The next attack carved through the ceiling. Another strike of the stick jostled Jash's hair from the wind it created. Jash was repeatedly forced back, evading death time and time again.
"Circulate your veita. That's your only hope of scratching me!" shouted Bil, not letting up.
It took some time for Jash to get into a rhythm. But he also realized another disadvantage that he was about to face.
Desperately, Jash dove into Bil. He readied his blade to absorb Bil's next attack, thinking it would be easier to block both the stick and Bil's arm after closing the distance. Jash's other arm grabbed Bil's coat and pulled himself in faster.
