"I hope for your sake that you know how to use that thing," Essenla taunted as she circled around to the elf's side.
The Dryad eyed her placidly. She knew Essenla was trying to flank her while Morne attacked from the front, but she had no intention of allowing that to happen.
Suddenly, she broke into a sprint, heading straight for Morne.
Morne's eyes widened as he barely managed to parry a spear thrust with his halberd, but just as quick as he knocked away one, another took its place.
The Dryad pressed her attack ruthlessly, her footwork forcing Morne back as her spear pierced out again and again. Morne, being inexperienced in melee combat, was placed firmly on his back foot as his weapon was too slow to block each attack.
One by one, scratches piled up on his armor, and blood started to leak out of the gaps the Dryad had dug her blade into.
