You meet him in a clash of blades that resonates through the night. The sorcerer is fast and ferociously strong, but the injustices he has put your tribe—and all the tribes of the Great Steppe—through inspire you to fight harder. You throw yourself at your opponent, pushing him backward. With a snarl, Zhan-Ukhel retaliates.
Your instinct saves you, the faint glint of starlight on your enemy's blade warning you of your doom at the last second. You dodge to one side and switch your grip, holding onto the blade of your sword in your mailed hands and bringing the crosspiece around like a hammer into the side of his head.
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