In a blur, images flickered back and forth, clashing in an array of force that sent ripples all throughout Vesim. Embers rang out, followed by endless blood-like flames and shards of ice. The earth tore and shook, thrashing back and forth like the endless seas. Magma flowed, and the winds howled by the sheer force of Altair, Reina, and Davos's blows.
The Pale Knights came in waves, their swordsmanship and spells like iridescent stars flashing through the night skies. And still, no matter how much Davos was surrounded or attacked, not once had he been struck by a blow powerful enough to make him bleed.
'Damn it all,' the Prince thought as Shadowclaw whirled in semi-arcs, slashing and thrusting and cleaving against his foe.
