CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
Elysande hacked her sword at her opponent with unmatched hatred and fury. Every swing of hers carried the sorrow of betrayal and the pain of heartbreak.
Under the wrath of her onslaught, Alvertos couldn't help but retreat one step after another as he continued to defend himself with his life on the line.
"Why?!" Elysande screamed at the top of her lungs. "Why did you do it?! Answer me, you traitor!"
"Heh," Alvertos sneered in ridicule. "You should ask your father that, young lady."
"What—" Before she could even speak a word, the ground underneath her turned greasy.
Unbeknownst to her, Alvertos had conspicuously cast a simple spell that caused her to lose balance and stop her momentum.
The old man took the opportunity of this moment and dashed forward. His eyes flashed with a vicious glint as he dodged the incoming blade by sidestepping ever so slightly and then delivering a deep cut to Elysande's stomach.
