Lyle remained remarkably composed as Ishtamar charged toward him, his sword held high. The enemy leader's eyes blazed with anger, and his actions were those of a desperate man, trying to regain control of the situation. Lyle was fully aware of the risks but was confident in his own abilities.
As Ishtamar closed the gap, Lyle's crimson eyes locked onto his opponent. With a swift, fluid motion, he drew his daggers, both of which were infused with darkness – and prepared to meet the oncoming attack.
The clash of their weapons sent sparks flying, and the room's occupants could only watch in shock as the battle unfolded. It was a contest between two powerful knights, a battle of strength, skill, and magic. Ishtamar's attacks were fueled by rage, but Lyle's movements were precise and measured.
