The battle between Erend and Svetlana started again, both combatants locked in a deadly dance of steel and claw in the middle of the air that was already corrupted by Magic of their fight.
Svetlana's mastery of her sword was undeniable. Her movements were so fast that it become a blur. Each swing came faster than the last and every stab was aimed at Erend with the intentions to kill him.
Erend felt the sting of her blade as it glanced off his arms and sides. Sparks flew as the sharp edges met his scales. However, it only leaving minor scratches. His Dragonborn armor was strong, far stronger than Svetlana had expected, and it withstood her assaults with ease.
Still, the pressure was relentless. She was fast and it took all his focus to keep up with her barrage of strikes.
Svetlana's eyes flared with frustration as she noticed her attacks only left shallow marks. Her teeth clenched, and she snarled.
