Liam cursed and instantly took out his strongest blades, Nord doing the same with his lengthy glaive.
Both jumped back and created as much space as they could.
As the pair assessed where the invisible attacks came from, a red line formed on Nord's shoulder.
SPURT!
A chunk of flesh tore off Nord's body and flew through the air, even though the boy sidestepped to evade.
Nord growled in suppressed pain, but sharp wind swirled around his figure and coated his body to form air-made armor.
Liam's blades blurred as he felt something lethal aiming for his flank.
He turned around just to see a nigh-invisible crimson thread attempting to cleave him in half, but a dual-swing of his blazing blades sharpened with Lethality Mantle severed the line.
"Show yourself, coward!" Nord shouted with scorn in his voice, blood pouring from his shoulder. Surprisingly, the boy had a good tolerance for pain.
Silence ensued.
